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meet me in the morning. tell me this is real, old friend. ruins. fallen old bricks just like people. like the reincarnation of a dead boy into a living boy. zombie johnny. bought and paid for, brujería. naked son & jungle stone heads. in the olmec valley is the lizard and the spirit and the pupae. particle cellular fabrication/ or retrogenesis from within a million points of light. skeleton witch. & with eclipse he is the night. he is the city skull and steel. an electro-flesh apparition, bloodletting the living for fun &/or nostalgia. some ghosts desire vengeance. some ghosts luminate from the dark, & emerge as a needle of near perfect retribution. the riches and gems and towering years later. the families of men who buried johnny moon alive in a box in mexico. death to them. like retro-teen laughs in the horror movie exploratorium. rituals.
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Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 5:43 AM UTC
the ghost of johnny moon
meet me in the morning. tell me this is real, old friend. ruins. fallen old bricks just like people. like the reincarnation of a dead boy into a living boy. zombie johnny. bought and paid for, brujería. naked son & jungle stone heads. in the olmec valley is the lizard and the spirit and the pupae. particle cellular fabrication/ or retrogenesis from within a million points of light. skeleton witch. & with eclipse he is the night. he is the city skull and steel. an electro-flesh apparition, bloodletting the living for fun &/or nostalgia. some ghosts desire vengeance. some ghosts luminate from the dark, & emerge as a needle of near perfect retribution. the riches and gems and towering years later. the families of men who buried johnny moon alive in a box in mexico. death to them. like retro-teen laughs in the horror movie exploratorium. rituals.
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Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 5:43 AM UTC
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