o! woah is me,
my grammar suffers like a glass heart
shot; pumping whisky.
drunk, because i drank:
causality's Fortuna's skank
with a beer of pair goggles.
i cannot sea but vow to swim
- and sink in Cytherea's
primordial soup once a month.
invoking the Classics'
supposed to be tacit. fern
flowers just left me taciturn.
this cat's got my tongue
humming where we all begun.
see, she's the sedulous synthetic surreptitious sediment of seventy-six sacerdotal syncretic sexually sententious sentient (s)entities subjoined since sensory perception began.