Exquisite Corpse from Spring 2004

Here is an exquisite corpse written by the spring 2004 members of SoPE.

You're stuck at a weigh station in who the fuck knows where
where the television and radio trench pyres
haunt my last movements before bedtime and I think to myself
"Did I see you in the music building late at night
exposing your soul to vulnerable young women practicing
on their airy clarinets?"
and their seismology. The whole world is a catastrophe,
an unopened parachute just a hundred feet up
and the sheep got so horny after just a couple of beers
that they would actually wear lingerie.
If the flesh of a dog could feel attractive enough, are you bonded
like Mike, who sells a good time on DVD for $12.95
(buy 2, get 1 free)
But if you do what Britney Spears did
make a floating molecule into a toxic wasteland
that becomes our own fluids
right before they congeal in a gooey mess.