MIND-NUMBING NOTORIETY
LIKE CUM IN THE FACE
Now you've done it cupcake darling,
fleece-girl of the middle ages. Left a
mess and walked away. Outside, even
the picket-fence is groaning. Two horses
wait in the eastern meadow. The man
with the magazine-nose is coming home
soon. What's that, you say? A father from
another war found wanting? Turn him over,
make him an ice-cream man, have him
forget his own past, let him know the last
war is over before the new one's begun.
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