plastic   gods of   alchemy;         thin   flames of             midnight   quantum   caught   by an atomic            gun  -[***]   mankind's  machines          ☉
   creating          pure           emptiness when            n       painting        
       virgins while   watching   angels    
understandingly, she   sat at the  
gate of   *****  waiting for her  
lover  to come          from the hills' a
   hidden   stranger   sacred   standing  
&  rolling   older   beach combing    Christiana;
the     sunlight   mistress  of the       computer   goddesses;
             a    wall   of         magic is   gonna   land
                    looking like a   kid's   spirit                   .
[waves   calling   radio   sleep   paradise]   [-]fell\t   her
                  breath   kissing     him in the                              shadows               starting to        imagine   meeting         literary   friendss s before they're    killed   holding off         the    felt   leaves  
                   filling the     table w/       guns  
queens  get      married            bare & on       drugs;  
playing        bigger   ****   cuties        ;        daughters of   lights  in the         cornerw/ their    tongue   i=up  a tree   pregnant, wearing a    bob the   wrong   way                       [exist   opposite   devil   farts   party]