still thinking. have this while waiting

wedging between broken teeth. ad nauseam beyond worn, this hearth belly ruts for raised flesh. all its wanting catalysts outside me. this pigment a dusting put on and i trail in the wake of myopic desires. this is all that happens a refused deliberation an innate abasement can't be anything more. take my clippings take my roterative body and spit all this spoilage out. i driptray self somatic accumulations to the bottom of this drool drum, someone's ought to feed fetid dwell