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# analyze


analyze me

flash-dissolve cut to another empty frame.


catalyze, flee

slap the wrought-iron fence locked around my brain.


fee, fi, fo, fum

counter-strike kids chattering pidgin tongues, lame.


taste your own cum

lick it up; smack your ass with a broken cane.


nothing lasts here.

ask my grandfather what the arctic was like


its melting, dear.

the sentinelese stick my head on a spike


obeying laws

laid down when they spared the first fucker they saw.



all i wonder

is whether i'll die by thirst or by thunder.