Leaves fall away tenderly from the plan of obsoulescence and in the jade senility cringing perfectly tudor sloping radio the section of taste in trilobite
far away some towers Vaux's Swifts late night Portland I am only in me a slang for meteor @ s.o.b.bing cuttle fish-nothing for use you king's X Y the soft gene crystal method Z now I've lost my soul shoe on the dancefloor some man is sneezing holding a camera
obscuring the deft and nimble states
where matter in eulogy perils parading though the long night of the filter
the smallest orgasm of stars spreads within a nebula of tired brains
an array of microwoofers hovers in a pleasure-dome of XANADU_XENON:
"Love has no ending..."
but ghostly bus drivers milling around the abbatoir