I want my food to taste like a machine
I want my spouse to look like a number
I want to smell like a sterile concrete rainforest
I want to sound like a rubber duck with a machine gun
I want to feel like a rock slathered in oil
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I am for an art that has the power to knock your socks off. I am for poetry that already has. Author, musician, educator, scatter brain. Proudly serving the global community since 1984.