no howl, no foul
or yes foul, no fair, scratch that
win this, tomorrow's agenda
write this
type set yes please
laundry ball
i can unsee a round slab of garlic fingers
but i can't uneat said slab
won't regurgitate
will digest as fate, for good or ill
this is what i call forward motion through linear time
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