"15. The flatfooted heavy tread of the man, the tender woman walking carefully, teetering on her heels along the edge of the abyss; she is aware of her womb."
"74. Tragedy cares not for the laments of the sons of the materialist, capitalist elite. Tragedy will cleave the skulls of the Ameliorative Theater, yea, and scatter its brains, even unto the ends of the Earth."
"15. The flatfooted heavy tread of the man, the tender woman walking carefully, teetering on her heels along the edge of the abyss; she is aware of her womb."
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"74. Tragedy cares not for the laments of the sons of the materialist, capitalist elite. Tragedy will cleave the skulls of the Ameliorative Theater, yea, and scatter its brains, even unto the ends of the Earth."
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Kyle, that's NOT what 74 says!
ReplyDeletei got to 27, then started bleeding profusely from my anus. the poetry was sphincter-shattering.
ReplyDeleteCrew, I'm going to have to delete posts if they get too crude.
ReplyDeleteI got to number 8. Then I saw a penny on the floor.
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