the viscera of a scream wrapping you face mirror and out through the nightbeautiful shape of despair and out through the symmetry of torrential kisses through the cavity of violets on the windowsill through the taverns of grinning smokerings through faith hope and charity hula dancers steaming through the skin of faith where tiny the world belches through the tarantula's miniskirt glowing plastic through the suffering monastery like an ejected toaster through the fastforward stares of siblings seeking revenge through an orgy of tonsils blasting dub reggae means of escape through the sideffects of pharmaceutical blastitude through the signposts slowly making the sign of the cross through the small owl's enormous eyes
the sweet new sweet as one of us *Americans* (as verb)
this century embrottles clair voyance babee and the chakras cleanse the rich new (streets) york (keeping) in (the) depths of us emitted perspiratorily for once this once again gives back gives forward and rousts out of sheep clust all the selving one could vent to vault a cross
dreamy to come a verb and lay silently imposing accuracy aim drive ambition worldly well of you and i and us we will we yell yellow others stop to stare pickteeth yawning smoke at the counter bling bringing together disparate parts means
speak of the damage i move when i walk self-contained there are mirrors crawling up the chimney to hell knows where and this is it finally the day drunk dial waltzing matilda way back when in the sticks is accounted for shyly an ogre
liars and individualists play poker hovering 3 inches above the sun honey this is common knowledge do you like what you are that the sweet dinosaurs toast to or where're the women at juggling jugular miniskirts
surrounded ever felt alone forklift especially when the clouds are being something to say infinitely stickling chimneys also known as cockheads point up up up a difficult definition is it tell me something good is it what you too want from me
it's impossible to know everything means outside the snow is dickens y'know darling i'm that thing in far back wonder when emerge from or that this is possibility backstage times infinity it's dark arc
baby's a purist sneaks from store to store sterling silver detectives take note of her vulnerability points mistaken is poor is poor her cavities wander too just watch o silly outdone trombones spokespersons of perversion
slowly into with each say in bomb-burst breaks squad of the long itself. the categorical is vulgar, every power forms the representation of air. poverty bristling, not open to itself and videos greed, dissolves time, atomization. reflected as not on camera, the coming of looped struggle, which attracts the climax.
differences paper returning tropes, these continuities ignored, return history much often in and about bodies before climax. theatre nuns, pretty peeping its motif as with sheer equipment, anarchic varieties this asshole, forgives fear, vertical, falling, dispersed who and for its century's lopped other. speech as a bulbed influence breathing out another fascist night, dead straddling another tongue, radiation between smoke smells humming their thromboid the marble of moon.
six down (and around) wipes a sentence as no clotting blood stays slow where which one dollars.
a specialist of the glacial she says big ugly baby in drag falling down the stairs she says there's batteries in the back that makes it light up she says mobile home transistor radio fire escape blushing likewise she says follow me where the sun don't shine which is down she says
she says party my fingers along the spine where the silos grin she says spin around in the colors 'til you vomit armadillos she says comrade feel my unbuttoning watch the letters spill from my bottom she says i'm all for it she says the best of my sins neck in the dictionary
in the beginning it was the Word. that recalls what isn’t the land was left barren and darkness enveloped in the abyss face and light is shining through the darkness but darkness didn’t understand it and the divine spirit over bottom waters – Spirit searchs out all, even God’s depths
but the same Spirit is interceding for us, with inexpressible sighs
little bitty bump on witty nerve ends damaging to pundit wince still fritter away damsels dimlit near the water white with parts to spare the arts a fair distance from pacing across space her kind of nest her best shot body caught in braids removed from clothes and bother when it's time to go away she moves her bench to park failing to seem prepared a wall to wash still stark is any day now obvious untoned and zone proof happiness unlatched from center field and brothed amounts to places left on hold amid the rumored haute is what it seems
voice at its cigaretted last minor thirds or left hand a-preach or rinse bleach
please not a smoked finger deepens the pulse of absent pulse over and above breaks
why break? when burning is preferred why smolder when leaves burst aflame
space shuttle when it’s lunar module that’s needed air swoosh tight shoe out of doors into
jams in silhouette this playing grows as you get over paint a word on dilapidated brick
alter a jesus hangs on the t-shirt gritty from the work you’ve done heaven
knows your hands are not artists’ hands have a precision in aloofness to figuration
of men growing into hedonism it’s the female form preferred for toggle between angle and
line still i can’t watch womens’ basketball for slowness in cooking too long in paint
toulouse in painting we strip angles and anchors away these clothes these triplets it’s an orgy of control and then
the kettle whistle stings me awake and the heavy cream has boiled over the pot a ship disembarks and sails and what i have not said can ne’er be contained in odes about wind, her back and season cooking or Shirley-ing over an apron i tease the waitress out of her she’s coming and bringing nourishment she’s rugging around knees indifferent flirt to flit to flame o bruce i’ve a different font from a different Duchamp fountain in mind they capitalized your name bill gates and his minions have decided marcel unworthy for billions of reasons a budgeted commitment to immoralism is reticent and wrapped up no tie that binds this i’ll keep fidgeting and latch-hook rugging word through word this goes back to the voice of the first place the form of the fall of humankind a senseless leviathan no knows below its own not seeing or chooses not to see no record no recourse this year i can’t justify detaching “puff puff give” from if it’s worth it to credit it’s moth-flame o bill o bruce o marcel there have been temptations yes and i have matchstick maginoted define to be skirted surrendered drag to camel
voice at its cigaretted last minor words left to stand a-reach or rinsed clean taut
please not an om and om smoke deepens the nonplussed pulse piling on pulse no pulse...
stray here manifest i am writing eyes weary to scramble notepad little dictionary keyhole things to peer out from the words running around like mad darlings stirring windily waltzy
jacket on cold outside to chainsmoke it grainy illinois winter film blippy and gray outside and cold stillness something like waking up again and again all those sadnesses warble accumulating the nothing in your head and can't get to sleep no matter how hard or long or incredibly patient dirigible you are on POOF cloud
the goofy kid the other night talks streamofconsciousness dopefiendish torturous his balls on an island how could his balls be on an island and furthermore what's this island like are there coconuts there talk about marooned in his own conversation no one's blinking pingpong minds bounce back and forth across room fly over sofa maneuver between empties flyswatter woman smacked his faceass with maddening eyes of blaze
anyway back here first words come to mind are fecal matter united states of flying saucer all that jazz jacked up on caffeines blooming like a crazed rabbit sugarhopping jinglytoed in the nearlight of this morn could be beautiful could be something anticipation is key for me right now i want it
why she love me what'd i ever do and so it goes kicking cans in the sandlot of nostalgia doing dummy thing quivering in levi's too tight trying to dough out as there's no room no air there it's all tits pave way for frenetically trying to get back to where once belong shortwave radio t-shirted back then such is oh well
consumed truth in mother's suffering - drank shots from blue hands - abandoned bleak sleeping running grayish over a rough set of eyes - speech appeared to cut the land in all of its hurt is splitting - terrified axe of face on forehead - bread hearts crumble in obsession purple all over like doubt - hidden ones know a sweet playmate deeply analyzed like rooms walked - sawdust bridegroom mirror plays cursed girl in awkward branches of voice - fire melted image said softly the star shape animals dance canned to see how
elicit figures have distorting ceased to explain recently the any trope posit -ion de objet nous
flack is intended to squash spirit LoLing Freudian echoes in moon lit tar pert in entertainment 4 releases evacuous head 4 6 figures reminder to cascade in init intuit inuit. Par terse cunnilingus post
A welder by heart, I find implicit in dance roofers thatcher the usefulness of footsteps particularly in a crowd of 3 people
recent videos have implied that a full masturbate should echo regulation of sunbeds and other devices that may discolour ones lungs, intoxicate clean as rope and other mothing insiducessence of glamorous dirty sex
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mostly when writing I create numerous hand movements or walk then shift my arm to an irregular position
Jazz lunge and kick walk around don't stay at the side because your partner will receive an elbow in her face! I know! and ladies watch your 6 inch heels on the cha cha cha moves yes that's 2 and a half turns for the man. No I'm not fucking ready 2 minutes man 2 minutes
the first page should be on the right the second on the left the third is the mystery of the pigeon apathetic fallacy fellatio felicidades the fourth an action an reaction complex disjoint the fifth scream 6 calm happiness Reiki head massage
the quantum nexus pour vous runaround runaround combustibule is a thought orbiting blue colour blue
who'd you go to my life before facing the window shards with which you operated upon yourselves like pinnochio's first religious experience discovered motherfucking tangling shadows in icicles and skeletons dissolving images of a trumped-up dance of velvet hands falls on your face masturbating to a dirty letter i'd promised not to send i'd promised to go somewhere else so long as you'd remain with me in the back seat of your eyelids are foreign strange to me i have felt friendship like you sold your swell story to your romanian cyberstalker pissing yourself laughing
"If I have put myself into a cloister with reason"
rape and objectification become as close as you get to love and my raping and objectifying you as close as i get to love. the small of the backache a bird twitters away the first thought of invasion the plan made before the plan-ness of planning was known she oft sleepwalks in her own tears in the fence of design a fold in a stellar crosswalk a-consciousness i’ve never unknown in waking alone i’ve taught you everything i know i’ve taught you nothing but what is the thought that keeps us twain safe from thought?