mid-afternoon poem, by rob’s amazing poem generator:
euphemism euphemism [Monday, June 11th, 200022: 50 paceafter the bus. i simply wake up tomorrow for 6. as much bright saliva by candas jane dorsey, one metric ton of my gorgeous niece savannah. look at the missing bus i like it all kinds of the primary tenet. religion is a damn comment on the old lady, and bombled off the new master.