XIX' improvisations
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Glass Upbringing the minute that provided a glass upbringing, you know how to kill the deluded shoving earthen no-scope virginianan rocky serpents hills
of hogs in the night crunching over your soul without bringing me through
to a crowded carseat. i shot your name and flew on two old and out, flying giving over a science. no need for ulcers knocking my light into dark to combine and start without kings to worship a lake i believe bees can turn over and become lions inside a card of dark. green honey dripping from your eyes as you die. imove i
slice thru and there is white sheets of hope with brown masks covering
all that breathes in sync with me. a wrath of god bumping into my neck,
ruthless marine life unraveled into a slipping piece of black,
it just slips then slips billowing
torture machines are what your vision bleeds this time. open up and down
climbing on manaquin ice believe out burst no virus is gonna silence me.
god get this old moon out of my lower spine and take it to my mom. she
greets like a beetle running through darkened shrines kneeling and you're the mimic i saw in the snowy empire that is a dead goat. got to get at least a mile out of sight before i can bind with tape and sand, breaking my hand. christ this is just plain white rice. fuck it. |