He was such a greedy varmint, swelling at the very sight of me I blow bubbles just for him to pop Drawn toward diction and the distillation of addiction, Squint hard see the plug for the blow-up doll girlfriend I’ve been replaced by How dare I, expose such prose, glittering and wet? Digging deep up the dirt, and earth, and fistfuls of flesh buried by the last people who lived in these bodies It’s a transfixiable disease