by Rudy Johnson
crossplaying Taliyah in my League-inspired inner monologue / permanent rp session
because i'm trans in certain fandom headcanons
blow my own off with a cannon
never read or blew the Canon
just riding the rock like my favorite Shuriman princex
hugging corners till another—and another! and another!—ultimate cool down brings bursts of violent action
this daily rock ride with Arabic (?) inspiration, Bilal on CHOM 97.7 FM, french fries spilled all over this
worked ground of previousness and sinew and blood into pavement worked
this 365, shuck & jive, “so sick of my” soulless rock ride
twitch for religious experiences i'm apparently banned from
no FOMO as the well-endowed Russian Orthodox priest taps the familiar icon
then basks in the glow while he trims out eulogy-unfriendly highlights from a dead creep's march, including the last hit
Ukrainian virgins trimming wicks
“hope we have enough oil,” i mumble, turning the butt rock down
and it looks like a down Easter east of here if you don't work with the rod and the reel
and uh i guess i'd rather be fishing, rather be swishing transubstantiated blood in my mouth than
wishing for my body to be substantively transformed (~TRANSMOGULATE!~)
as i unexpectedly turn into
the other
lane
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rudy is a high tech lynchpoet and dumb person.
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