Your Photos Suck And Are Not Yours So Quit It and Just Suck More Dicks, Please

I've seen you suck up earth as if it were skin and blew all things liquid
In a stream and torrent you'd find in making other things lie low and flowing
And it took days before it finally went out and by the time it's done it's died
On me. You'd had recapturings before we met. But nothing like this.

It is such full you could not even notice a spit. Suck it to me, dear.
It is panicking, shrieks have done a similar thing but you, dear, and your
flowery, flowery, flowery pretense just couldn't be that we'd long forgotten
Could not have been that that makes each other such a "let us, let us"

Let's not start going through it all again as though we've met again
For the second time, it's just as well you come back and reach over and flow
Down the drain your blows and the sentence no one mistakes is yours.

Quarks and Gluons: Ode to The Collider

, we are/-----arrows are burrowed, things cleared
shipments take past tenses up your throat--singles
flick. DOts donate themselves to a longing
Sharpening. What to make is the asking of a little,
forgetful fool. WE ARE ONE TO NINE DIVIDING SEVEN
INCHES OF A ROTATE>?

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