A prayer for Brian. A portrait in pleasing.I asked for pasta not plaster.
Almost poetic.
Leaf blowers in the wind.
Cursing persons per their sins.
Black bands in the sun.
White tendrils for everyone.
I don't want to hear 12000 songs on my personal music device today.
Flat line my upsize.
Fat lines my eyes and thighs.
Economise my digit size.
Land of plenty cannabalised.
Camera eyes can realise.
And senoritas rise and sigh as pounds of butter flutter by.
Cease. Be steady. Ready. Give.
Live your life that you might live.
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