The wart-encrusted feelings burp up from an acid-seared gut & I say hello, adieu. Vortex ideas swirl as against porcelain carrying floaters down the drain. Wave goodbye, don't fish for turds. The rumpus of mental excretion is filthy. Let it go with a smiling grunt. It's not play-doh - so don't mold & sculpt artsy-fartsy glaze, fire, or patty-polish-- who let it in? -- harder to squeeze out Sometimes seems to yodel like a ventriloquist into the bony echo-chamber, insinuating, weedling the nutter into a wrestling match but merely needs a good flush, but before yanking the chain, must note the smelly contents, then be dissed & forgotten
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