peephole debauchery mechanics

canned silence the reproach of agnosticism. we swept upon the hills steaming with blood and gristle for which the earthly cast no bounds. we looked through the pinprick of ages to an emboldened psychosis.















the impact of two thousand years of scientific advancement was too much for our small minds.
we blew nominal gaskets under stars cloaked in light.















we killed the messenger with kindness. "they" refer to their own delusion of grandeur with spotlights of masochism.

golden effigy prognosis

overlooking yonder, the cylindrical soothesayer of blasted intelligence.

monsters of our own creation. the napes of the back of our necks thick with shag carpeting. we moan and stretch the fibrosis of nighttime schizophrenia. how many times could the evolutions of our mistakes catch up to the fundamental illness of our dreams?

goshdarn those autofleshtone mannequins of ash propulsion that race masochistically through the fields of scooter's uncle.

those orbs that teem with life we blast off upturned faces to wipe away the must of recessive genes. come circle the monkey gland that neutralizes this plebian maket economy.

the brain loaf that flayed ever presently

congratulations on the understem cerebrum that atrophied right before our very eyes.
the nubian crown prince of demography picked himself up off the sidewalk with the alacrity of a half dozen steam shovels. that guy taped stilts to his legs in an attempt to bypass the flow of clothed apes barking in unison on sleek asphalt.













we placed tape over her eyes to prevent the sun from leaking in. she knew the prince from back when people would talk between their knuckles in public. now we murmur with grunts that rival the echoes of our ancestors' hollow knock of shovel on coffin.

whatever, wherever you are, in minus space time or plus soul time

solipsism. the aura defined. channeling the innermost desires of eden. radiate this starburst canal along the interstellar highways devoid of light.





















submerge the collective mind in plasma.




















we languish nakedly upon pillars of dust and decay.

who's leaking out of you now? (gravity's anus the dark shore of resistance edition)

partial lincecum. the dark rot of a miasmic minamilism. who were the gatekeepers of our plentitude of mutilation? when the caller came knocking it was well past three in the afternoon. "this ground is crying" he said pointing into the blaze of a thousand millions helium solar parcibles.
















by the time eddie from vargas came to help the pretarded had already gathered on the front walkway. a multitude of gawking. like amputated ants struggling through their legless apartheid. we soaked our poodles in wet limestone and gravel.















the skies opened up with the vengeance of the ignorant. caught bewteen crossfires of god's veins. we bleed out our eye sockets.














the pain takes us away on sheets of grandeur.

the zygote looks back at itself with alarm

the first thrusting hip quake to which these simian now invent pants and the written word. gyration of the universe the egg that vibrates betwixt the legs of the cosmos. god's pelvis the switchblade that opens the main arterial pathways from you to me.

utopia magnified upon itself becomes dystopia. we crush the membranes of our souls with the ease of a nucleus beshat atop the ruin of the yolk of ages.

daddy can we turn this on

they mask their messages in tubes that descend our earthly bounds. at one point in our development we scribed our interactions upon buried walls. a constant preparation for the return. now we metal our aspirations encased among vacuums and smashed atoms.

the godhead a torpedo smashing though our submerged ideals. we pray, we pray. we walk on top of the stars.