I wore a red satin copyright
before I became a robot
I was a tulip
a parrot
before the mast
teetering over parts 1 & 2
loving only the prelude of an erotic
hunting expedition
look at me
judge
the day is homeward to the drunken
fetish
rum and frost
this is the who
you are looking for
the what misunderstood
which is the best side of a subliminal
portrait juggled by time
on the boundary line
between confluences
okay
salad king
it is time for the bison herds' damage
report
a piano with oblique angles
before I became a robot with a banner
purple was so soft
(for Geo(r)(g)(e)
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