there be greed bound, to an unresolved sorrow; a greed worth a god, a greed worth everything post-scriptum in terms of love! a mere, search for avarice; mort... et ditto.*

oh... was i constipated in
saying something "wrong"?
better ask the *******
right question
when the mob is asking
the wrong question...
i... hear!
     i have an eternity to
succumb to,
        and a loss of memory
to cradle!
"imagine" what i am
conjuring with
the disembodiment of
the complete faculty of
imagination at your
               disposal!
             never mind the limbo:
of an all encompassing thought...
you little despots
are fickle beings to
compare to my woe!
                i have the clarity
of rot...
         and a body to mark as
canvas with vermin grit;
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-
-
              why did you
call your mother your sister
and your grandmother your mother,
'Lona?!
curiosity did indeed ****
    the cat... but what am i to do
                   with the 8 leftovers?
never mind:
as true as there's a tomorrow.