I am hungry for neon sunshine and skin over muscle over bone and love machines and snake days and old man dreams and skeleton dogs and red dogs and ghetto tongues and the silky guts of rainbows left dead on the road and tip toes and the inside of every single skull and old woman’s sugar shine faith and rusted nails in pink puppy dog palms and coyote men and stray cats and the taste of god in man

I am hungry for neon sunshine and skin over muscle over bone and love machines and snake days and old man dreams and skeleton dogs and red dogs and ghetto tongues and the silky guts of rainbows left dead on the road and tip toes and the inside of every single skull and old woman’s [...]

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one hundred fifty one

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