Living in a constant bliss...
The thought of this
Shared product
Of imagination pain happiness
And consciousness
Turn intoxication by the devine
Autopsy of the body
God detoxed... at ten o'clock
Of the planet as a paradox
As it was before we got this *****
On hembero talk
And staring box like thought
As policy for Brad ***
To lay the bad talks...
On Monica and phoebe....
As our friends... grab
Fat socks out the slap box
And drown bad clocks
As time becomes
Reversed from sad walks
To fat pockets...
Happy grant sponsors..
College grants
And prophets of a child
With script to battle
Mad hops
Any feeling you incurred
In blurry earth shock

Like his first clock is

burned in terminal
Rehearsal of a dirt moccasin

And thirsty inferno
Of hell before you and mercy population...
Sent from hell sprang up
And first walked...
Before you and the all mother first talked