Portrait of lizards as nuances
                (So let us loiter)

On the road, under the bridge, over the edge
        or at the crossroads
Slow dreams whistle their own replications
tuned to the dirty looks of dark sunglasses
your soul rolling about in the mud
begging to give away a cigarette
until your fist hurts
and the silence burps into your face

Slip into the gentle generation gaps
to renovate your aging fantasy
and hope it solves itself
you can get a hard-on from frustration
these are the days of eat me signs
drink some more is around the corner
and the wry smile of decadence is intoxicating

Naked, Duchamp and Cage are holding hands
        on top of a slaughter-house
That building will make a beautiful ruin
Flabbergasted by juggernauts
Banal gnarls make lame refreshments

So switch on the vacuum-cleaner
        and enjoy the buzz
set the defaults before a treadwheel is assigned
and here's a proof by intimidation:
No, you cannot. It has to be cleaned first.
That's alright, I can really appreciate that,
That's alright, I can really appreciate that,
press the infinite-loop button ...

Things are either inhaled or reasonable at best
Didn't you like her colored hair?
Enticed by the hope for fatalism
Seduced by the winks of misanthropy
let us pretend to be strangers next time


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sugar & summer eyes: green hair: red so begins the list and i also want her wet i want my girls bathed in muscatel spa their good american bodies sugar & summer i want even if my wishes are blunt others can keep the autumn colors they can have the zesty spring as long as i can have the summer heat and let them also keep their refined tastes i want only sugar to sweeten my days sugar & summer i crave the beauty of pure white jade lacquer- shiney heat ginger- spicy sweet sugar & summer i need sweet sweetness and hot heat the graceful anarchy of indulgence


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