Joe Elmenhorst Poems

With apathy and loathing lock and loaded with the door the moment in the gun before the smoke and the blast break white noise.
In the death trench blood stench with foot rot skin pale blue.
This is the last rites. Lights out.
Death rot cough stab hate. Gas X...
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Control just confirmed that there's a strong contaminant in the Main device it seems like the machine's not well but intoxicated on stimulation it seems like there's an agent of some kind of binary center producing commands saturated in friction. A Chitin draped wardrobe hands that work lifestyle trader of his self and virus rictus for you no more. We are castrated by the same binary methods and here we are sitting at the top or getting ran to the bottom,
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Under cover letter, indicated of something vile, something stinking rotting in the soil. She'll call the keeper at sunset, complaining about the frustration and the vagrancy of commercial and corporate laws.
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Flesh to press I'm here like walls heavy breathing
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