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david lee wright
Taboos of a Western Un-Civilization
When the grrl/girlfriend turns
Over in bed
Suddenly I'm sober
As Stonehenge on a not so superstitious day.
When it's really early
Outside and
Nevermore Friday, I think dumb
Shit Up as I can
That way, I can go a head and
Claim that I never meant,
Nor set out,
To waste paper.
I'd much rather concern
Penists & Verginas &
What it is, exactly, that might make
"Mere suggestion" so devilish a comprehension.
"I want f#ck" [# w#nt f#ck]
Is basically the direct translation for
"Another" sentence I know [clarified] as
"My name is."
So what's the use of (the
Many possibilities that there are)
Bothering about the
Rod & Bush
When superstition's for
Out of doors and that that
"It's all about f#ck#ng" is usually an
Indoor, "self" "connecting," activity?
Go (A)
Head &
Go f#ck &
Figure!
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