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Rabid city going down

Dogged summer

Behemoth let loose on tyranny of hours

Angels and angles sit on brain

Sesame and mustard decoy

Skies rot,

graveyards rot

shit spills over

chrysanthemum weaves anthem that binds

I see middle aged middle classed middle fucked middle boobed woman

bending over streetside grocery

and farting at the guts of the demons that rave through blindness

pink fleshed schoolgirls flow by

policeman wipes sweat from moustache

they’ve sold it all long ago

we lynch ourselves with craft and draft

we can’t bear to stand naked

we can’t cry

we can’t scream

we can’t puke

shark dives deeper

roads sink

silk and crucifix fights meat across severe, zonked realms

I lay down my gauntlet

And I weep.

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The ancient book of Saturday

A turning of the page

furtive glances, signals

perceptions in between inanimate sprinkles, dusts.

Pink arrow from third eye.

Reaches the hollow

Mahogany icon reaches out

For the exit button

And when I see the doors locked with big rusty locks

And half-dead bulb glooming it up

all along the dead corridor.

I just wish humans would evolve into music.

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Little dumb dots that blink

Velvet winks

Checkmate

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Heraldry

Old men picking at old wounds

Old women picking nose

Faces in sunlight faces in rain I fucked your mom you fucked my god they fucked our freedom we fucked their ancestry

Then preacher says

Hello.

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An accrual of miracles

Mangolove

Fish-winged dreams

Disaster

Decimation through melancholia, morbidity

All are scared, shitless, of poverty, inconvenience, isolation et cetera

Little grey things scamper out

Of ruins in moonlight and share food of love

They haven’t got much history to shape

The minstrel who gunned the opera down

Used to live downtown

Then the ones who sell lies as dreams reached his house and fucked his dog and fucked him too

Like most sad stories, even this one is true.

Then he sold masks to mannequins

And little blue pills to austerity

And love to god

Now watch out, or else he’ll get you too

Like most shitty stuff, even this one is true.    

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As if I haven’t, fucker.

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There’s this little blue room

That stands against ceaseless gloom

And gives me my crown

And then on sweat-crazed nights

Our lady of light – she dons her tights

And in fond folds she comes down

In that cunt of love, my father, let my heart awake

Et cetera et cetera

Thank You.

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Things grow dark

Moon rises over city moon rises over sea child sits on moon she’s angel now she saves me from fetid reckoning she saves me from grim envelope she’s chained to still patterns monstrosity of isolation colours of mind in coolblue daze haze I will endure the demons I will be strong and free her and I’m lying between the wheels I see ox looking downcliff into the heart of guts into guts of heart there’s blood and shit and stuff that shine in little haughty specks it’s this damnation it’s along this dreamkissed edge we glide we glide down the snakey smoothness and then voices over water that break into soft whispers and stuff that kick in flux spirals and geometry I walk 24 years of meat and books of antique grey wisdom and tieless knots and miles that stretch and miles that don’t to lie down under canvas of silence that flows by that cuts through bones and paperboats floating and its raining in the hills and it’ll rain in the city one day a great rain that’ll wipe dark traces off and fires will rage afresh and thing’s that need to brak out and have their say will break out and have their say as big bells toll in corner of soul and flowers link up to crime in binaries and servitude and all walls to be smashed through and cold deathless archers that shoot vectors will vanish and pristine come bliss come and father is a tree and mother is a train and sadness is the sweetest child that ever was trapped in the fortress of moon as demons of decay guard the walls and sharks that eat all swim around and I’m a demon too and I too am a shark but I know where I stand and I stand strong and brutally ready to kill them all to kill kill haters of the heart and free all birds and hide all aces and little flute plays soft little note to melt music that had frozen and pretty things that make eyes wet deserve freedom and just that.

Million bombs explode in hollow of core.      

Tender snakes

Sturdy ladders

Moon drowns in honey lark drowns in honey knife cuts loose to beat all and win fast like every other asshole wants too and crazed rush through pathways in loop mockingbird mockingbird mock at conditioned specters of eventuality & equilibrium and bluebells of love & death bloom in garden of answers. Cannons of love & death boom at tower of questions. Leopard leaps at warm core. 

Things grow dark

in heart of hearts.

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One fine midnight strong right and free

Were about to flop down on my rooftop and on rooftops of the fucked city

I had gone to take a piss & I was thinkng of Mama Meat’s titties. 

Camel, take me

Where moon pukes love and meat puke’s meat

And moon eats love and meat eats meat

And it’s moon of love and meat of meat

Sticking by, trying to be one

It’s like sweet tough fucking

And it’s fighting for the crosses

We inherit

Like all fucktards

Who make gods out of other fucktards

and freeze up resurrection, music, screaming children of hazy, purple forests 

and choose to stay that way –

smooth, cold & frozen.  

Sad shapes bind shit

Shit stays shit

Till it got so bad that I puked moon at meat and meat at moon and moon at moon and meat at meat till it was all puked meat and moon.

And then on that fine midnight strong right and free flopped down on my rooftop and on other rooftops of the fucked city and I could hear their asses thud against so many hard, harsh surfaces that mountain turned into thunder and struck down the city.  

Nolo contendere.

Macabre.

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It can come from anywhere.

But honestly, all were over for you the day they made you club grief with other emotions and you refused to get angry for this.

It's all about this story of sharks and grenades

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Formulaic.

Rounded off augmentation. In dreams we swim ashore.

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I could not see the storm coming,

I'll see a flood coming and gods of destruction and powder and  fire

Thus, we feel  the swine’s ass

the knot at stopping bulls

Conspiracy.

I'm in.

I was teamed with gray moon of easy fright and other kicks and the only shit that’s worse than that is the rhetoric of stimulus and rising

I see you glide through smooth soft mother to win your right of dust as you sell your fury to this big fucked circus to live.

I see sweet sisters raped by raging brothers in naked hours of heat and beat

I can’t see the clocktower in mist

I can’t hear the trains chugging through the sea.

The trains are sadness

The sea is sadness  

I love my past

I have none

I love my present

I have none

I love my future

Demons eat flowers when sad

Clowns count stars when sad

The clowns are demons now and the demons, too, are clowns and stars were always flowers and flowers were always stars shimmering over the trains and the sea and they are one and they are sad now and sadness is sad now and even the wolves of heart are sad.   

Death-eyed whores play chess better than they used to

that’s the closest we’re allowed to love.

assfucked by ghosts

big bear squeezes fond heart like thick cherries of meatlove

Beastly perfection – child of relentless butchery stares

at the guts of sun

and smiles.

we must win

or else the bastards will.

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Our gods are hungry for claps

Our gods fear isolation & non-acceptance

Our gods are well advertised

This is certainly the lousiest shit I’ve ever thrown up but our gods

are lousier than this.

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Snake lies by mound

Snake moves through soft, slow centuries

And the tender, unbearable glow

Pressed down and locked deep within

Unlocking of the chamber-doors, prisons, treasure-chest

Grand big mystery

The big fat idea is to endure through

That’s the only fun that there is

And tonight, I see traces of dark crime

coiling up through fierce shadows of the vines that creep up chapel windows and stretch out for the altar.

The need for totems dates back to the beginning of recorded human civilization. 

And tonight, I judge you 

to death, decay and defeat.

Guilt

is easily more bearable

than this

waiting for what is waiting on walls.

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Energy given away

Nowadays the specifications

The big couch

Sure

• Man

                                                                                            Manure 

                                                                                                                           Mangle

• Mannequin.

Remove variants for us, infected sky alarmed

Hard

Awards

perfect chaos

Documentation of spittle

Drowned fairy

Songs seek

Defense

Building Community

Bun-Photochemistry tells us of heat and yolk

Treasury Town enlightenment.

Spoil extended means

Contributed to the destruction equity

Lacuna: Vice

Lastly, the fields:

sense that the energy is lost

down the binds.

However, what we do not accept include

two of the four reach-old fairytales,

sorcerer citations,

I have read to reflect

On how we radiate out the convergent cures from our eyes and surly quanta.

Lamina and Rank:

Books of the search and masks,

Our wasted Epic

preserve memories with deep trench evaporation and civil insects  bite my testicles

 probe beam attenuation column ruin and projection and projections.

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The terrible one

Let us all come to an end

You can

GO

Our

All things Last

In this Bay.

blending of methods:

misery –

Taken down

for

eating out the masks

and pissing at the buyers and the sellers.

We will delete forms,

non-liability and fraud

lose sense, 

energy,

tales of tribe.

Larger

absolute

force

Art

is helpless and good much yarn pleasure

Mayan desert.

Skip the

Fruitful

The water

record, I have not been

Summary filming totem.

from our eyes

Visitors since, master

Made a documentary on crash and hurtling through resonance.

all the way from side to side

The numeral

The ox

Wood and desks ago

chaplain eyes chromosomes those within tissues themselves are helpless at this time we are drowning in kittenshit mute bananas

ditch cut through fog

Unperturbed

Betrayal –

Once defeated, we forget our old magic of dreams and fables.

I, too, had a mirror.

sundown structure – vague reckoning of some fascinated transfer – scripts and walls.

But anyhow

back to the ages of combustion

We can go all over the grisly days

we can press buttons but there’s isn’t much more that we can do.

Weary edges of gloom comes across the secrets 

Pin-head and chest

alone in personal bed,

sad birds return to sad nests to sit on sad eggs

-          “Run back before the three grand eras pass by.”

Some others are still

trying to

unearth the head of tired shadows

stick It up.

withdraw lone self

finally.

Latent & Neutered Bloody War Meat

Positive Victory

Pain and submission.

 sick Moon

parades through this, 

Floating

The blue water of flooding dreams

If children learnt

of Sadness and Beauty

The children

gorged

Press, Join

the lack of easy wisdom and fun through mayhem,

sheer twisting of mounds.  

Look,

I fail to see the point

Now come, smell my ass.

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honey for brengun

.

toadstool for puppets

.

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Thinking of magenta mythmaking.

You can either speak or fart

Whores of history chase mad houds down the alleys of our dreamy, grim institutions.

Pigs from hell fight for dreary days ratcorpse nights.

Decomposition and oxygen for our sharp light-craze lay.      

Fun and dystopia.

Gutted, dried and grilled

Lizard loses tail.

Decreptitude

Dereliction

Clapclap.

Stab.

Clapclap.

Stunned to ultimate perfection.

Share and Report abuse

to likely illative discourse,

Honest piling up of operations

Head and Base

For future Anno domini; eclipsed sinew-cyclic –

symptoms of the symphony

Here comes our master of mass

to duel with the

hard, blinding visions of incantation, incarnation, resurrection, sacrifice.

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