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Captain Beefheart Trout Mask Replica Pena Pena Her little head clinking Like uh barrel of red velvet balls Full past noise Treats filled 'er eyes Turning them yellow like enamel coated tacks Soft like butter hard not t' pour Out enjoying the sun while sitting on Uh turned on waffle iron Smoke billowing up from between her legs Made me vomit beautifully 'n crush uh chandelier Fall on my stomach 'n view her >From uh thousand happened facets Liquid red salt ran over crystals I later band-aided the area Sighed Oh well it was worth it Pena pleased but sore from sitting Chose t' stub 'er toe 'n view the white pulps horribly large In their red pockets I'm tired of playing baby," she explained 'n out of uh blue felt box let escape One yellow butterfly the same size Its droppings were tiny green phosphorus worms That moved in tuck 'n rolls that clacked 'n whispered in their confinement Three little burnt scotch taped windows Several yards away Mouths open t' tongues that vibrated 'n lost saliva Pena exclaimed, "That's the raspberries." |
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