chunk night

hey!

what noise rushes past your head?
a roaring gush of white digital fuzz.

smash these crowds,
smash these faces at the red lobster too
where the lobsters are actually black

chewy meat
chew your chewy meat

laptop
tap your laptop,
see what comes out

space is nothing but possibility anyways,
the only way to lose anything
is to do absolutely nothing

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