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hrumph! i take a white car of cracked headlights covered with intestines into the hallways of heaven with a confident smirk into the halls of heaven with their empty picture frames waiting for my bastard children to flee from their filmreels a man called father handed me a butterfly knife and a charcoal pencil and died without leaving me any specific instructions now who fills my canvases? who kills for me and leaves worthwhile scraps on the endless black & white checkered floors? tentpoles collapse and outdated leeches drain summer for winter to take in it's blue-gray paws and fondle as it shrinks these are the jokes of hell added to your office barbecue fingermeat and tin dragons and no more punchlines i see silver arms of a girl on a swing bring me lord her armpit sweat mixed carefully with champagne and bring me sweet, sweet things after the hospital goodbyes with jello teeth celebrity-endorsed softdrinks stripping paint from your car i hunt in a strip-mall with an old bow and arrow for something that leaves a shadow and take a dime-filled fountain for my bed.
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