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When I read, I speak, And when I speak, I read Words rolling off my eyes, Filling my tongue full of free-- Style rhyming and rhythm. The ca..

To write with tongue in pen, Saliva dripping ink. The heady-remembered sensation Of flavors long forgotten. Sifted with fingers floured, Arms..

The whisper-swift flick of her words disturbs me. I am that which she wants, desires and craves. Begs me so subtly and so sweet-- To be the t..

Open wide the doors of your arms, Knob-hands turning with a long-lost key. Raise the sash of your windowed eyes, Fluttering lash-curtains hidin..

Sliding fingers over alabaster shafts, Crevices and nooks catching at delving digits As they seek between the bloody flaps of Remov-ed meat. ..

I after-taste like french fries, I here-now taste like gum All minty-fresh and sparkling, Going plip-plop on my tongue. The fries were nice and ..

Little bitty, battered bodies, all broken and beat up. Slathered in a spicy soy sauce, tiny shrimplings I eat up. Fast and fresh and greasy to..

I stood next to this guy, today And had to give him props. 'Cause when I farted next to him, He didn't call the cops. My death-by-smell he did i..