THE CRAZY MAN IS CRAZY
'Just like your cunt is my pocket,
wherein I put whatever I want;
that sorry semblance of stars and
the chemical beakers which hold them,
those slab-sides of new in a very fine,
calm brooding - of which full lips can
only start the story.'
'Just like your cunt is my pocket,
wherein I put whatever I want;
that sorry semblance of stars and
the chemical beakers which hold them,
those slab-sides of new in a very fine,
calm brooding - of which full lips can
only start the story.'
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