nothings gonna touch you. save a little soul. i was drowned in my surroundings, literally encompassed by image/sign, being caught in the role of signifier. Petulant for every billboard dream scammed over my eyelan. they were marching in unison, blockading union life metro centers. visibly distraught, they turned mine over to wasty sights.
sunken back upon the e'er o'er exposed dilation, eye dilluted frenzy from marked mediaoperaty. An incision of discoloration, ruining the vertical; antenna chewed by salient pupose.
In the ether, surrounded by New Cletus, central friend and core supporter, rotten fermenting unpleasantries lacing around my spinal power chord. Fluxed against savage ebola ego nunsense, i hithered from false deities proclaiming eternal unsudden detachment to the ventricloquist.
"Get thine Hand Out Mine Asshole, sir william. I am not to wait until lunch time."
For a moment, i fel' a transmigration of the sold passing through. It was looking for a humyn host unlike patchwork shifty buy mischievous angels.
they too in the afterlife, like us, percieve culturally. with minds afixed aplomb the extratrivial, befixing on semen-stained bennifer swift boats. eventually, the center betrays you: shifts left, right, up, down. Transcendental figures and passive mortals alike tremble and sense the sky is fallink simply because they can not seek be on'd it.
mine has severdral weighs of disappearing the noise. float by ignorantly, engage in its offed-missed finer points, smash the hole of the 'zounds 'till the mixterpeace of siolins greets you.
failing to perpenatrate and reduced to the risk of apeering like the lonely crowd, i drunk into woozys, squirted like a pro against the glAss, and married into humans.
is true exile social or medicinal? fLieing a way to patternize the thrown of the emperoar. more like the guy in the back cawfing *dick* while He speaks atop signeye.
i chugged down symphathy. conducted electoricty. took the short leap toewards objectnativity, to straiten me, if you wilt.
aphid twix and kid kats snapping like chaps bugging with raps. obServe the fatcts; re: omfg, lol, j/k? crusting in skiddish yidish boxcars, soyLed over the desolution of being sold up ribhers. Adamant, determind to endher the front door without being remanded. lust steeped the salivation, just a li'l necktar from the hive needed I. tired uf hereing the dinner bell anned weighting @ lycra pavolovian doG. fuck, i needed too cumb.
liened up along the hills, witch crested like wide-eyed sychophants wishing they'd been aboreted, eager to cell out at there opoortunity,my nemIsis futyour selves.
"seems like IM waiting. tiptowing on the brink of releast nestled into a crowd but terribly aloan. thoreau said the best men die alown. weather its a breath of normalsee at home with my 8bit NES system and my soulseek collection,or under the traintrax, or wrestlink with insicknificancer atop Maont Sugarloaf looking down at the vassed puzzle of interwoven lieves of reel and imagic fantasias and constructshuns, that you don't half any part off. everything looks perfect from far a way, like a flick of ferry dust from the heavans sent down by the aloneliest won of all. i empathize with G_d as he punishes us for mateking him feel so aLone."
snow pressurizes, moisture falls through rufe. i walk down betwixt staircause with maxim thoughts arounding my grabbag e motions. but wonder, verging tears, bendday dots answer like echo's answer from verging multidimensional synchroncity (some meantion them mirroricals or diffine interventing). the call was defeat. "and it really doesn't matter what i say" although the wall did say it, and in da da dream wherein the jars of life exxonerated, it did madder. meanings memed across amorphous polybegotten nihilism. forgo this fucking miss.
embrace silence, stop cycles. circulatory vains marching as iph they had sumthing to say must be cut at the soarce.
faceless. nameless. erase the system. erase the cellph. go back to sqwhere one. New Cletus must die. meaning will seese if eraised from the empty core.
slipt into bed with tatamari,the sinsister of lust's broken blade for its all that remains. once desire subsides, every senther remissed.
vacancy belifts and soon i'm catatonic. warm chickin soup and barbitol drown emoxy ebola subfeelings. in turn, i sit very stilt. i due not breedth.
it is in quantum sleap that awakens meek. channeled marinated proxy for testicular advancement studies. made yer damnage to cerebrull, clowded purrceptshun.
for whensday, the party. dress to regress. times are arbortrary, back to the apple. devolunteelution, mine being the marredher. to N'd the axident, or must play thee darwink game. drink say'em death is nature's way of saying slow down. and when you excape like them wandered anjels, must ye also destrust and imtroy dead itsellph.
ensnared in mister e un4tyon it mine brinks failyour and globbens the blood ond easy carpets. betwixt New CLetus cadabber N and cellph wallks trooth, though nun exassists. no hellp, no matter. all in fancy bread. sensorama distrusted. anywho, betwid then bits and blots, calld the silence nor the tatamari. fun the mentally loathsum the flog that weighted. a bitter winding. autocratic forcefeed be dammed, this minstrel show be't it awel. the moretilled ne'er stand, lest they understand and tis too layte then. forget death be there, forget cellph, forget memory, forgo his story. trysts with dusk make like parties on recorders. flat out delicate, fatal, and irresistable.