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Vitiate the hull of mutton Taste the stringy woman lungs Suffocating in coiling scaly black tar demon ***** smoke The voluptuous carpentry is anxiously hyperventilating Your throat is baby xylophone You teeth are fuzzy rabbits Their fur is thick and itchy upon your tongue The slide of octopus silk is massaging the nerves to pointy slumber Deep in the cauldron the baleen gates are straw and rapidly parting For some reason they won’t swim up You taste salt’s bite Emerge from the sea before you drown You silly fool Pilgrims are waging the mass death Great lynches mandated by God Wailing with stinking dying young Having a picnic at the gallows Whiskey shivers alive Boiling and screaming in tongues Strobing from inhuman pain to morphine stupor’s loving numb Your ****** is a pastor Your child is the angel that keeps you from returning home to rosy Eden Eve Your families’ legs are sewn in a knot They are frantically dancing the reel of the beheaded roach Untie their rainbow thighs To pay penance for your grave disobedience Apologize to your hardworking father He’s doing the best he can Forgive your ungrateful daughter Adam Cain David Washroom Pam is crying Towels are crying Soap is laughing I’m laughing You’re Pam You are mouse and you are crumb Yellow red striped glaucous cat The fawn’s neck pulsing thick with squirming lump of rat Realize This is all occurring In the wan lakes of your lady eyes Seventy six have you Love **** Breed The paper walls are breathing in melodic unison with Thee You are the Christian Frantic running from the lion’s jaws You are bored and waiting for the Greek tragedy You are Hindu Attempting to dodge Britain’s guns You mercilessly ram the bayonet into his muddy wrinkly face You see the assassin firing See the bullets pierce Yet all you feel is your index finger hooking the smooth trigger And the rough handle of the handgun The black eared checkered cat Hissing with xiphoid lizard teeth Not pretty enough to support your drug religion Hungers for smiling child Hungers for drowning fear Glazed on tattered wings of shredded feathers The hot slaughtered meat Escape the toilet’s screaming It needs Exact Change The sink bedpan is overflowing with bleeding Singing Roses Air is acid breakfast scented cereal ***** This film is bad it’s bad It’s Nixon Lenin Jackie Gein EEEEEEEEEEE A high pitched eerie screeching Pitch shifted hymns echoing in Westminster Your sister the spinster of my festering whisker! Sacrifice your schedule to the great lord Day Plan Burn the calendar Burn the crying trees and their hair accessories Tiny arms are sprouting from your fingers with their own tiny hands Tiny arms from their fingers are growling with gushing stumps A body within a body’s body You are the human macrophage Be a cannibal when you grow up You realize your son isn’t yours He’s the ******* of your rival pack Become Cronos with radiant mane and the hairs of the velvet sun Across the wood frame mirror You see me smear The graffiti crooked and huge black words God is great Get the pants
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Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 6:03 PM UTC
Hallucinations
Vitiate the hull of mutton Taste the stringy woman lungs Suffocating in coiling scaly black tar demon ***** smoke The voluptuous carpentry is anxiously hyperventilating Your throat is baby xylophone You teeth are fuzzy rabbits Their fur is thick and itchy upon your tongue The slide of octopus silk is massaging the nerves to pointy slumber Deep in the cauldron the baleen gates are straw and rapidly parting For some reason they won’t swim up You taste salt’s bite Emerge from the sea before you drown You silly fool Pilgrims are waging the mass death Great lynches mandated by God Wailing with stinking dying young Having a picnic at the gallows Whiskey shivers alive Boiling and screaming in tongues Strobing from inhuman pain to morphine stupor’s loving numb Your ****** is a pastor Your child is the angel that keeps you from returning home to rosy Eden Eve Your families’ legs are sewn in a knot They are frantically dancing the reel of the beheaded roach Untie their rainbow thighs To pay penance for your grave disobedience Apologize to your hardworking father He’s doing the best he can Forgive your ungrateful daughter Adam Cain David Washroom Pam is crying Towels are crying Soap is laughing I’m laughing You’re Pam You are mouse and you are crumb Yellow red striped glaucous cat The fawn’s neck pulsing thick with squirming lump of rat Realize This is all occurring In the wan lakes of your lady eyes Seventy six have you Love **** Breed The paper walls are breathing in melodic unison with Thee You are the Christian Frantic running from the lion’s jaws You are bored and waiting for the Greek tragedy You are Hindu Attempting to dodge Britain’s guns You mercilessly ram the bayonet into his muddy wrinkly face You see the assassin firing See the bullets pierce Yet all you feel is your index finger hooking the smooth trigger And the rough handle of the handgun The black eared checkered cat Hissing with xiphoid lizard teeth Not pretty enough to support your drug religion Hungers for smiling child Hungers for drowning fear Glazed on tattered wings of shredded feathers The hot slaughtered meat Escape the toilet’s screaming It needs Exact Change The sink bedpan is overflowing with bleeding Singing Roses Air is acid breakfast scented cereal ***** This film is bad it’s bad It’s Nixon Lenin Jackie Gein EEEEEEEEEEE A high pitched eerie screeching Pitch shifted hymns echoing in Westminster Your sister the spinster of my festering whisker! Sacrifice your schedule to the great lord Day Plan Burn the calendar Burn the crying trees and their hair accessories Tiny arms are sprouting from your fingers with their own tiny hands Tiny arms from their fingers are growling with gushing stumps A body within a body’s body You are the human macrophage Be a cannibal when you grow up You realize your son isn’t yours He’s the ******* of your rival pack Become Cronos with radiant mane and the hairs of the velvet sun Across the wood frame mirror You see me smear The graffiti crooked and huge black words God is great Get the pants
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Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 6:03 PM UTC
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