I'm underlining street signs

I want to be inspired by.

It's happening, yes,

though pervertedly, I'll admit.

There's red and glass and teeth.

I'll eat them, eat them all.

Grinning like the only

sardine that chose the can.

The Ocean is no place for my kind.

Swelling sponge; there is

sweat on the brow.

Laughter is everywhere,

but it's now all turning yellow,

or it always was, but I

never noticed

until now,

until -

this napkin has enjoyed a previous life

and is free from bleach.

Yield, you weren't kidding.

My stomach lining burst.

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