"a yellowed kitchen in a small inner city with deep bass sticking to the walls on the other sides of them.
a glimpse of Santa Clause with a green Texas hold em' muscle shirt on
and a quick wink turned sterling in the morning blue glow.
brown painted fisherman with military motorcycle jackets, and opposite sounding voices that pierce the electric hum of the harbor lights in the early morning, detailed sketches of a water filled jug holding rare species of jelly fish and several small seahorse.
communication through gallop.
beautiful mint cottages slipping away with muddy rain.
out of sight tattoos of Rick Moranis wrapped in a blanket playing the clavinova.
images of children lieing to people who have their best interest in mind.
forgotten cities, the silence of birds and bats.
underground tunnels lined with silvery wet velvet, crushed into the brick underneath by wandering junkies.
bright american woman whistling songs from older cartoons, camouflaging themselves in a pool of lazy children.
and baby's ears growing
and legs and arms, eyes and tongue.
penis or vagina."
-Closet Mouth

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