So this is the way of seeing that everyones been raving about whilst raving about the place and inhabiting space made for free love and curling signals of divine fury and hell bent head banging hold it up close to your heart I wont stop you from feeling it fully and maybe im just curious but I have to see the end game play out whilst pyres burn coiling black colums of smoke choking the sun oil from the mildew clouds, don’t get aroused or become a spouse to a german named claus who is away all week hunting mink in pink shorts while crystallized screams ring out of the atmosphere causing recoiling ripples in the auroaborialis said alice in wonder at her own hands but shes tripping too hard to see through the true blue odd shoe lace spaced lunch box face smash thine grace out of wounded surprise for the last time thought crimes of mine can divide the reality of love from the false spark of hate that desimates the furniture of your mind in real spinning wheel pin steel I cant feel it where should I sit I might have a fit kill kill kill thrills me chills me to the core of an apple that rotted on the branch of a upside down tree of truth speaking to me softly because I refuse to crawl off the ceiling or roof I swear I feel like my lifes a spoof sometimes and none of these words really ryme im just writing them down to pass away the time until I don’t know someone im so numb and ive got fucking short thumbs love my pictures of pretty titty demons or an illustration of vivaldis four seasons for whoever cares to jerk off the top of their cream wad on thine beauty of sick sick pleasures divine death warts erupt on my butt but I still wont give up on this woodland strut that we find ourselves locked into nigh privy to at least yeast infection upwards inflection dandruff protection wood lice molestation rubicon nipple carton nation falls from the grace of sky wizard caught in a blizzard of divine mistruth and abuse of his own misguided preachings delusional fervour devour cerb stomp the roof off of the mouth of truth or just hang loose and wait for a birthday cake .
a rest is better then a punch in the chest from a well-dressed pest leaving pieces you cant put together bulls in the heather sitting pretty singing dittys to clothes that dont fit shaking repose imposed by excessive inhalation of smoke you need it? a joke? i wont resent you a toke so long as the hand supplying support is steady no heavy thoughts screaming supine underground tunnels lead backwards baseball bats made of bed posts swinging hardcore battering ghosts dont hold back flashing visions of madness or call it golden glittering gladness feel happy dont slap me get fat instead cos you eat too much bread run a little faster im sure youll feel better tomorow.
visions of morning old people yawning creases bedclothes decrease your desieses a huge good bye to strange designs standing in borrowed shoes and with colours forced to choose it feels better to lose or to slip makes you tighten your grip on this thing we call ‘reality’ but really? really really? or you or we or he or anyone who cares to be there, not here but somewere else lack of wealth is detriment to the validity of your sentiment occording to those who tell you tens the right amount of toes dont sit too close i call them foes made of head lice on coke tying rope to your hopes and shit in your shoes.
g ill show you some more i haven’t finished yet, you bet it feels beautiful photos dont forget ever ever look at them all together youll get a sense of distance and comparative differance lets start a jonestown massacre of loving lines spinning golden time shirt wearing berk going to work again do you make a smile when you want to make friends?
'v iv’e been drawing a painting a picture a painting of a picture mister im waiting palpating celebrating together blameless fortune shameless peels painless forget then fast time you wont then whenever i can forget i said sam plagerismisist assists to wear all full of care careful aware i swear its real this time beware ill kill you with bears in a forest of fence posts witchs swinging dead dogs made of bread overhead spilling spit red blood well fed forensic report witty retort lackys cohorts in cahoots with baloo,one of the bears i killed you with a confused kiss wish bone fist twist comet streaked sky heavens roll by i got laudenum in my eye it fuells visions desicions benign solutions sublime thought crime crys echo goodbye.
pangalactic bastard engines, flow deep between quivering vortexes of irridescent lightbulbs flashing, jumping back and eating wheels of buttery eels, tight again? show me then where the woodlice hide their marmalade, because i am sick and tired of these broken cavaslclades, the juicy serenade, misbehave in the dentists chair, set fire to your hair and make him scream in tears, thrusting plyers in his ears, until he explodes and gasps careers wales will give you a job milking snails, keep it together man! youll blow our cover slather our bodies in sweet mayonaisse, maybe some caterpillers will feed us delishus delectables but i digress, i feel the touch of distress, can it be done? it was never this fierce before, fortress of forest ice cracked eyes follow dark lines of rhumatic socratic bovine through fields of hot wire.