Jump out to the camera
homage to the renegade beats.
For weeks reading screams
mock us, their torment
crossing mental frontiers
—loud streets, sprite deviants
smashed 1999.
[Abomunist Jail baby]
Stop suffering, you weren’t swallowed
God machine Thursdays.
roses are sentient, violets bounce
prophet muscle
—abracadabra headaches
purging Hephaestus,
whose breath at my altar
awoke. I never remained
a threatened voice. Hollow voice,
fleshly chain torture,
“my Satan you are truly a dance”
discharged generation
thinking conversations
Dec 28, 2019
Dec 28, 2019 at 2:40 AM UTC
Jump out to the camera
homage to the renegade beats.
For weeks reading screams
mock us, their torment
crossing mental frontiers
—loud streets, sprite deviants
smashed 1999.
[Abomunist Jail baby]
Stop suffering, you weren’t swallowed
God machine Thursdays.
roses are sentient, violets bounce
prophet muscle
—abracadabra headaches
purging Hephaestus,
whose breath at my altar
awoke. I never remained
a threatened voice. Hollow voice,
fleshly chain torture,
“my Satan you are truly a dance”
discharged generation
thinking conversations
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