Pygmalion Someone challenged me to write like I used to write before the rod entered my spine to walk me straight to the job that was going so I would I like champagne & caviar it’s beyond my budget but life is beyond my budget a little Lord Byron flows through her veins & she’s the only one for me ideology works today despite its nonsense-value perhaps because if we were straight up our pants would fall down my breath my breath he gasped but her sex felt like “god” & the painting was peeling like infinities on a wafer a lifer thought a snail a friend it was pleasant not rushing for once the songs ’ve stopped it said my dear you look a little blistered or is that pistons? The wherewithal was combatant like the moon & I swooned hence found out as non bona fide carrion for her lace that framed her spider inside her & then the men of the slogan shot automatically & rather only asked questions & offered nothing as to their mood swings after all they we...