Timetimetimetime
Makes red of orange and eats into black holes
Like apples into teeth
Unfinished undone unrefined unstuck unfun
Quantumly shaping quadratic questions quite queerly
talkin’ bout my generation
w’s w’s w’s
robotics and values
on kitchenware, ipods, bedsheets and parallel dimensions
Sex is chess with(out) the pawns
Referencing games and frames and
(It’s raining. Covering appropriate all hookers now
Making boots higher and flesh lighter and cigarettes whiter
Tasting of every leaf falling and every gent coming and everything’s calling
Me.)
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