I'm jaws, lashed with
reggae reggae sauce,
chips dribbling from
my teeth, leer- ious de-
voweling frocks cocks
and gluey socks. De-
light, a fight with con-
d[e]ments, parents long
dead, dement -ed red ket-
chup f(r)iends slipping
up, dripping down debt
moun -tain. Duped, re-
duced to lips, lids, fins,
bruised shins, clammy paws.
Sawce, in mono. Let's go
scut ska ket jah sket
too far.
Thursday 2 April 2009
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