(Private Stock)
My Middle Name Was Campbell Soup
Get the walls
away from me -- the walls
're trying to eat me --
you think foghorns only work at night?
Ambrosial
feelgood
simulate a shameless environment nerves more
detrimental three-digit summer taxonomies in
peep time alibi for vetting shine
when you threaten the perpetual present as a
classificatory arrangement women die to oppose
the autobiography as moral detail the limes make
management we're battling to beach
self-metaphoricized too damn long
The cute as functional
whose scanty
flesh on the bash