bad mojo mofo

“death death death,” they screamed/chanted, enchanted. they were known as the last lost girls. lived alone on a island, never bothered by the eyes of men. they danced naked in the forest, fields and ocean.

they roasted a boar with an orange in its mouth. it was most windy down south. robot cheetahs ran wild, snatching up rabbits in their jaws.

time was a concept they didn’t believe in. mama old guinea shook palm fronds over the bonfire. smoke swayed under harvest moon.

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