Everything Simultaneously/Please Remind My Molecules
cellular openings. the fifteenth galaxy refuses to be silent
and then splitting us to flicker teeth, the crystalline horizon as flesh to where it is all imagined
Oil of Concubine/Equation the Skull's Mosque
increasingly, iam an apostle, the sea's stroke of genitalia. it's cracked now, like ghosts, its messiah a blank mind. i still admire your electronics, how they swim so effortlessly through the boulevard of my hair. female rhetorics the formed eye, swung softly, quickly into lofty, cosmic tongues that window alchemy
approached lunacy, the pop of vivid socketry here once, leftover hydra narrowed between slits and history
Iam Only An Hour/Long Semen Below
catechism jazz. we danced moths and the paraphrase, so broken jaws wandering the library's lonely coagulate over rain times wings, hunger, curling days. she purred her arms to me, the way epistemology means a golden calf, trellis enough for two
petals that dial much more than focus mode. siblings to molten the city's mission to Mars. token abdominals, variants assembled in twelve hours or less, Trotsky below fahrenheit's pile of choked meat. my oxymoron extracted velour from her orgasm and prodded earth from her theories, long-forgotten moistures her parted constellation to sift through the swelling
Four Vialled Abstractions
the vague delivers ancient roads to tangent again
red dreadlocks are a serum to me, warm and finally
parallel to holes that light up whenever her pyramids
fractal, two for the price of one
purple harmonies return optically, a money plucked in dissonance, lust from the trees that triangle and scrape her vulva. the jargon is barefoot, dressed in a trace of air. adrenaline not meant to decode, shaken manifestos directed against bones that froth between our fingers. spirals of devotion, and i fly faster into gaping eyelashes, all images received while hiding in time's shared source, glossed bones and nodded contour. gestures data their arrogant signs of neon bleeding sighs and hymns for marrying carbon's other computer in my brain
Crucified Machines Diurnal The Fabric of Geomancy
try to believe effervescence isn't a dinosaur, chides and overhang, as visceral as the meaning of space.
iam already a new literature, a smile seeing some blondes today, oh boy.
glass shards whisper the new paradigm, ecstastic howls that menstruate ancient violins and hue beside her on the bed.
doesn't anyone soak their allure in the platinum of nevermind anymore?
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