Shook hands with John Cage
Dreamt I was Vincent Price
Kissed Harrison Ford on the mouth
Dracula never had it so good
Guns on stun
$3M in Fentanyl at Central Park
West
I met Shelley on a plane from LA
But she wasn’t monstrous enough
See how she sobs
Running from the camera
It’s the end of the burrito
That should be the Beatles
When belonging doesn't rhyme
It all comes down to specimens
26 years of Plato’s forms
She actually said I adore myself
Time for a Tyranny timeout
I’d like you to meet the walking
dead
Picasso’s grunt
He was both a positive & negative
assist
More than one Signatory
But refused to cash the check
Written out to Lyric Poetry
Without the hormones
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