Testing. Testing on a new product.
Christmas gives the excuse to waste time in the name of a spirit that does not exist,
not anymore.
Knocking. One. Two. Three. Stop. No use.
Wrapped in a blanket stained with grape juice. Wine and cheese crumbled and smashed
in the carpet.
This product takes IT away. IT away, to another room.
No windows, IT sure is bright.
Product number Twelve inspected by Six.
Two. One.
Cast iron daydream interrupted by corrupted passion.
Felting brushes sit in pockets of toxic runoff collected for the tourists.
Never in a cave could the draft touch the wet paint.
Sat down, the suite is ruined for the rest. Not beautiful. Not ugly.
Down, up, down, down.
Set still with a leg in motion.
The test is nearing done.
Done. Almost.
Done.
Function for the automobile that drives to the edge of a wall
Blushed over the bedpost, a pillow works as a prostitute for the leg.
Tired, if everything stayed the same,
Flung
Follow
Leap
Cheer
Blush
Extend
Measure
Believe
Fabricate
Induce
Fester
Mildew
Drop
Glad
Bigger than the flea that stands on top of a poll.
Making the senses freeze, a tongue needs cold water to let go.
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