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<+ECSi_sucks> Stapler[BTEG]: Dock was my daddy or you mother was a desert, and dock
was the color of television, tuned to a dead hooker's navel, fingers bill bradley's anal cunt,
smells a live hooker's fart and changes his pants.

:::::::::TURNS INTO:::::::::

My father, floats on waves...
crashes against neon boardwalked beaches

My mother, was a desert...
encroaching and advancing to the distant sea

I, was the colour of television...
A set with a broken dial, but tuned to nothing in particular

You, were a scent on the breeze...
My digits invade your chasms and carve homes in the canyon walls

Ancient civilizations were born between your navel and your breasts
Change your skin like a torn shirt...

Umbilical terminus, I slip inside and make you a part of me
My unconscious consumes you...

Do I end inside you
Do you even end?

Description
<+ECSi_sucks> Stapler[BTEG]: Dock was my daddy or you mother was a desert, and dock
was the color of television, tuned to a dead hooker's navel, fingers bill bradley's anal cunt,
smells a live hooker's fart and changes his pants.

:::::::::TURNS INTO:::::::::

My father, floats on waves...
crashes against neon boardwalked beaches

My mother, was a desert...
encroaching and advancing to the distant sea

I, was the colour of television...
A set with a broken dial, but tuned to nothing in particular

You, were a scent on the breeze...
My digits invade your chasms and carve homes in the canyon walls

Ancient civilizations were born between your navel and your breasts
Change your skin like a torn shirt...

Umbilical terminus, I slip inside and make you a part of me
My unconscious consumes you...

Do I end inside you
Do you even end?