BENITO CERENO MY DEAR FRIEND WHY SO PALE?
each rock of the boat upsets my guts
We embarked early in the morning, full of zest, without apprehension. As we progressed we grew hungrier…I would’ve expected satisfaction but quite the opposite. There will come a point when we are too weak to speak. when truth is untruth, then we will arrive.
stale bread broken head
solipsist whispers
accosting glares
denizens salivate
stear down
sirens why?
horizons and more lines
tangential inebriation DECEIT
Tie me down boys, we’re going!
A lion’s roar cauchemar is only beginning
here and now
I asked my computer what he thought today
He had so many opinions he didn’t think anything
He knew even less
He wasn’t oddly polite…
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