Friday, September 25, 2015

Stamp the Cenitpede

In a newer way
run away them
straight into oblivion
I had or not.

Jam rules
over buns
dance jumps non knowing
Derrida wake sleep.

Trains run your wheels right
spam store memory random
time meta-physical
Mars next batch on your way.

Save one tentacle
and thou shall be found.

Stamp Ignorance.


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