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Each letter typed with emphasis, aggression, and flowing lyricism!
Dab the towel in soaking wraith and smelly faithful hatred!
Use THE syllable CON-tract for without it we've been doomed
Bring forth the lights and sounds into living-room-reality, FULL OF STARS AND ESCAPEES!
Faster, faster, faster, faster! This is ugly poetry. Bubbling from the nostrils of the seas COMBINE!
Spurting spirit and saline souls and gaping holes all without the inclination or implication of the hereby too cute to put on television!
Rhyme now or allow the furrowing brow to narrow the growl into pinpoint anoint!
Make it stupid and lucid so to push it through the suffering new and deadly few!
Terrible practice of sense un-make ill-conceived fake words aren't my specialty.
OR!
ARE!
THEEEEYYYY!

Quiet now, no sound, just gentle music, jazzy yet ex-peri-mental.
Words in formal lines marching to their next food product.

A-GAAAIIIINNNNNN! I hear the crash of cymbals in my ears and erratic guitar noises and collectively profound inspiration.

Oh, right, where have I gone?
Touch my universe
Touch my reality
My reality's a bubble
Pop it
Touch my everything
Touch my nothing
They're viscous
Swirl them

I want you to throw me to the fires of digital
I want you to kick me into a hole of downloads
I want you to punch me with a fist, full of beautiful status updates
I want your numbers to fall on my chest from fifteen-hundred miles away
I want computer components to crush my legs
I am unsure of whether this could be considered violent or not.  Explicit?
A sort of out of body... question
A body asunder which is to say, I mean, I have feet for eyes
Fingers replaced with eyes
Arms of many knees
And my head's nowhere to be found
Despite my frantically looking eyes
My lips are fingers
I'm also missing some core components like my soul (it's been stolen)

Or is nothing where it should be?
Or is everything in place?
Or has this abstract symbolism
Ruined me
Ruin me
Color, she dislike me
Absence, common thought
Grotesque, always
Rotting stench and dirt are friends

And in a new way I'm collapsing again, reciprocally
Forever
I'm passed that all though (though dem' thoughts always be wit' meh)
It's no more (though, still)

And now the keyboard takes over! HIT each STROKE with PASS-I-ON!
Now my fingers no longer belong to me! LINK finger and mind (without anything else)
Now my mind no longer is in existence! I'm one with these words! (quotation contraceptive)
Now truth is here to tell it's lies to destiny and me

End
Halls
So many halls
Each with addicts
Beautiful addicts
Dressed in the newest dirt

Faces
So many faces
Each with a glare
Beautiful ugliness
Dressed in the newest gossip
Go to the man tell em' you can
Through the sand of the desert-brain
Melt around thy skull, hair
Burn burn burn burn burn burn burn burn burn burn ******* BURN
Feel the keys beneath your feet-hands
Walk with him long' the beach full of GLASS
These keys are glass
These keys are glass
These keys are glass
Gimme' that six-string-shooter
So that I can bring together my thoughts to unionize and bring a coup upon myself
OR-GAN-IZE
This was written while I was listening to Horse The Band

Rip n' cut n' though the gut GOES THE KNIFE
Lovely suds in the blood
Of course I am talking about my mind
Torn to pieces
But that is oh so common
Torn to pieces
Be you insane? I think otherwise
Be you insane? I think otherwise
Are you weird, surely you're not
When you say so I say you're so dumb
Of course I've been called weird but I prefer to refer to myself as strange
Unusual in my interests at times or what leads to what
Ere the di un
SPLIT!
Add to category number-twenty
Never mind the numbers and math
YOU ARE A WRITE-R
Synthesizer star saturates the bar with MILKY love
Beautiful scream of hate is therefore silent
ZERO MARK
Leave this unhindered by sentimentality and null feeling seal the reeling sta-sta-stutter into the vast!
Rouge rogue go southward toward the boardwalk crutch hallowed by APOCALYPSE!
Southern mess of strangulation stress stuffing the throat with dairy-wine
Bleep bloop beep slop soup ****
Peeling the head said me or was that an alternate personality?
Can't remember now what was said between us as people or dream
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