sometimes sometimes
his scribbling got the best of himhe had to fall to a magnifying glass
to look hard at his words individually in context
to see if he could identify thembreak his code
then he often
laughedsaying out loud This is what
regurgitation must look like with a pen and paper and in the back of his mind he could hear
himself heave heavegurgle
slopping stringy spittle his anus puckering puckered beyond its usual sour puss countenance
when people accused someone of
being a sour puss he thought of anuses he thought asshole he had no idea where that imagining was
founded
No he wasnt repelled by anuses
he thought the intricacy of its elastic
gathering was remarkable an unmatched valve a bioengineering feat
a masterpiece that only genes could create not men in jean overalls
he puckered his lips
the similarity
between the In of his body versus the Out of his body was fantastic
flatulence had rudimentary pitch
and tone
he teased that it was a shame that an anus hadnt vocal cords to help
better enunciate Maybe we shouldn’t have
been tempted by the habanero we ate hed
say Great Now you tell me
no
matter voiceless in the aftermath it did have the ability to
communicate its displeasure with his choices
adamantly
he was very fond of all the
female anuses he met
when he lavished tender affection
on them he hadnt had any complaints
shy giggles perhaps What are you
doing?
mmuufflleedd Im paying keen attention to every bit of
you
Yes giggles
but no complaints
1611, Monday,
3 12. 18
1527, Twosday,
4 12. 18
Zappa Dirty Love (fuzzy poodle) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3nQeYoYn03s
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