Gentle Thunder: sinking skin as alphabet neutrino grace levering a secret caravan shucking and jiving the electric belonging to all of us and running through our fingers simultaneously,
boldly squeezed confident alignment writing desires as parted lips meeting everything at some rubbing of the self on the sonic taste/creating sight syllables (no longer king of the click)
Truth as universal pall-bearer?
Digging through quiverig paranoia
the mirror becoming the supreme issue of our time, exposing the sham metaphysics lurking insidiously behind all forms of representation
Not even good for the setting sun that makes music sexy...
wishing past your pants, facetious as ever, creating titanic all we can do miasma frying subterfuge with the glory of an epidemic rifle addressed to the ancestors of water-dreams chewing on the lumpen band-aids incipient, feeling spacious and dangerous allure peddling a busty trauma freezing cold, thinking constantly about veneered lines of lonely so becoming of the sky