Utopia (Tis not a reality anymore).
Hey, excuse me but where did my skin go?
did you notice who how do you retain your
skin in this world; when (I ask me you/for god sakes
him or her assholes) would it shed as God sucked the
life out of it as it moved upward transluscent charred
wanted one last cig tears so much I you him and her
felt a steady strain of drizzle for a few seconds.
God, an idiot complimented me on my outfit–guess
anatomy dyed silk or cotton graduated from gross
to splendor. Splendid. Excuse me, where can I find
a hat to match my outfit? Oh, and shoes and…