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I blow inacurately into beams of delicated
pink
and I'm not alone
the characters came with me
into deep
illogical
orgasms
of intense touch-and-feel-flow
it is such a wonderful world
that I'm eating with my hands
such a pleasure
and an out-of-mind fucked up ritual
that
they walk around me
and tell me to don't think
to don't fall alseep
and while I'm above the feet
they eat all the world
and I just don't know what to do
The signs are put up to
all the actions
all the thoughts
but finally
there's this BOOM
and the world
falls behind
my sleep
and suddenly
emerges this peep
from behind my head
slowly as I blow
and topple into
a junk-heap
of sweetness
pleasure
mirth
an eternal beep
and
yet
there's no (ever) oversleep.