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new poem i just wrote right now. prose style no editing. i'm also drunk (i'm off the wagon actually after 4 months)
lashes and envy of bloated ghosts with fish market stands.
make sense out of sensitive dreams and leech the cream like a disease.
preference is cold and the skin is warm, illusive, like watered down cities of old time.
breath filled with hot sweat and tears of giant bubbles.
kill the fresh wind and eat the curds of soft spinning birds.
solitude in a jingoist mind of solipsist thought with cranes holding babies and droughts in distraught.
music is vast and valid, in a valley of venom with volumes of voluptuous vermin.
scream the sounds of the tortured and heal the seals of scars with a lick.
eat the middle earth and the molten sand burning the follicle sins off the wet dreams of mummified heros.
bleed the nest and drain the stories from the ancestral graves.
movement and partial slips leak live ammo of beaks and frozen piss.
strife and mischief in a shamble of hairless cocoons.
flustered like whales on the night of full moons.
breast feed till death and like swimming crocs in a sea of fire the brick walls collapse the metaphysical slaps.
the 'pata' world and the ointment of treasures surround the golden seals of silver phallic statues.
reigning down on the pharaohs last slave whipping.
murder is justified in a portion of capsulated energy increasing the distaste of motionless consciousness.
trying solves nothing like leaving a child in a car with no food.
the spoiled survive in a womb full of hybrid steel.
moments pass and the money is drained from the conjurors pockets like lightening striking the selfish widows without history.
breath loud says the organs inside the brains suit.
the remains of false curiosity eats the fallacious melanoma.
breed until the breeding is consumed by data entries of biological migratory warfare, in a tactical pretense to deliver the story.
the world will end like the flattened piece of grass it once was.
the observations of opiate secrets inheriting the twigs of natures tits.
meaningless legs come clashing with unwanted fibers.
the fresh eggs of a woman invite the tormented souls of each haunted sperm.
bleeding for affection.
hurting for resurrection.
collapse and induce the fundamental recitals of ancient preachers enjoying the little cocks.
prey on diamond eyes and the shape of the toes.
the killer fights for the righteous flow of embodied purgers.
flash warnings to the millions of fleas infested with aids and eating the earth like a plague of the new age.
the reason of voice is enough to communicate with alien spirits, invested in the human world.
minds of violent sin shutter into human form and penetrate like the rape of a tree.
the sad laugh as the last man lives without memory.
consciousness is false and the waves of a wavelength are altered to agree.
the source of all evil is spilled in disgust while the grinning makers roll the dice for bad luck.
enjoy my fellow alien creatures of earth.
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