the wild highway snow is contaminated
with mutant serums of celebrity black-tire cancer
big trucks skid into murder books
(they love neck veins and involuntary sex among men)

so let’s take lots of drugs
hard dicks get vacuumed
pussies are well-licked
i love big  money
good wines
my anger
guns

sun or salt chemicals send snow running  into ditches
the cancer is mostly hilarious (or imagined)
history is lazy, thankfully, and gets a drink
everyone else has to cut their own deal

“we play no favorites”

your choices:
1: pornography
2: killing
3: tribes
4: sublimation

Now that you know the terms of the lease, let’s talk specifics. No loud noises after ten at night, no makeshift surgical theaters and no attempts at a physical manifestation of The Dark Lord unless His Evil is added to the lease and appropriate valuations are considered.  The deposit is non-refundable.

DEVILS COST MONEY, PEOPLE!

i do love the crystal of January’s expression
i gladly let the air out of my tires
my books are so, so inaccurate
(if  i can sleep, so can you)

(see #4: sublimation)

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