Please don’t be clever
we are about to begin
you enter an old funeral house
there are no ushers
there are no workers
there is no one at the reception
here you eat your parents
it will be ok
don’t be afraid
next find yourself in a nest
with giant worms writhing slick, earthy
wrapped around chirping birds
This is just the libido
look at the creature!
Now the mirror.
we have sewn its head
this is just an experiment
we synthesized a lot of books for this
don’t be dismissive, please
your tongue feels hot
your feet are sore
they start to burn
in the distance you see
a stake on the mountain
no one is tied to it yet
now look at your millipede limbs
try them out
think about belonging
think about belonging
now we have placed you in the vacuum
you can breathe
before you are the stars
and the cat’s eye nebula
you are a titan
you can see the stars have depth
they are bright lamps along a road
we’ve ended the simulation
you did well ☺
the eyelid prayer
im roleplaying my ineptitude is a jar and let me
Shoot Rhetoric Pellets
in unintelligible gross horror.
every person on intercom
Same old song
Just a million polygons
About 500 dogs on npr keep talking
about master-slave relation of inanimate object
Like the wind
we are taking pictures
and all the science behind the woods
and hold me and!
Ah the ball, why am I a last breath, writ with subversive elements is it science???
Concept: a staircase nude
imagined hair connected,
Like a prototype
and stabbing into a gruntin’ man
limber your front door for neurosis
i have blood on mars
im trapped in sin and smaller
the world runs from the mountain
who enter here* *Yahoo!!!!!!!!!!!*
some days u need to mourn. take me.
For the dirt run, the garden.
Watching a prototype and weeping.
they wish to tune into the only time zone.
strap in, pull down harder.
We are there are crying out there so bad
and earth having to tell your passions sleepy.
You awake with mammalian blood…the tornado watch thunderstorm:
Bizarre illustrations from my bathroom habits, horrible sense of shitty time juice
dispensing agreement coins
Also a gruntin’ man
lives in a horrible hand injury
this season’s crop of skin angels
for example the wind.
Truth is 1
and stabbing into the nightmare
Where the garden is. 1 less earth. in place now
For biting thing. i should be violently destroyed…with relish…and eyelids…