Strange animals cross the road late at night
Odd bottles collect in the ditch, must be some sorta convention. Frolic in the blissful mists. Dark hits, grips tits. The sky is open to your thoughts, let them fall up. Then call up somebody you used to hang with but since has died. Chortle the thorns out. Mingle in the triangle tingle. Let the grease go to dust, follow the yellow spiked toad. Gone into meager holidays, great mayo expresso chalk go. Fluids stripped from cast-off clothes lubricate the national dinner plate. The winner's gate has long infectious spikes, you would not like the results of your visit. Peeled back thumbtacks. Blisters that makes fingers drop the jelly biscuit. Bitter candy of our most popular marching saints. Brightly painted legs blankets of fungal fibers. Cast blankets over you, fuck you in. Talcum fed saviors glisten in packs. Stroke stack lightning. Meaty incense curls. Broth lanterns. Breads and perk us. Steam kite. After juice and grudge cane. After the mind is gone and the bones are clean. Sweet dream caffeine. Gob mess the queen. Intervene with the golden moonlight beams. Rack up those broken teeth. Try out this rechargeable beef. As soon as the now arrives I'm getting out of here. Police patrol of world of tombstones, never get a bust, slowly turn to rust. Spray in replacement bones, cinnamon flavored. Subtarian flowers. She is sporting her gristle bonnet, bees surround in head in pitched buzzes. Don't make me blow the cheddar horn, the basket of glitter to dispense into the eye of the storm. Wild leaves in the hemlock horizon. Belly fucks to the frozen stars. A different sort of different. Blood is spilled over the last of the world's coffee. She waves her small breasts for attention. Glue gun, full automatic. Prehensile smile. Hybrid worm stain. Devotional phlem kits. Darts of road kill leather. Spray-on erection syrup. Roll your chode on down the road. Be the bend best go to a lizard fest. I got several lizards tails surgically attached to a quail. Pass the venom donuts. Stout drinks, pink blinks. gun runs for fun across borders marked by scotch tape. The quietest hours. Ketchup battle cloud. Mint bullets. A community of syringe lickers. Bright kites ignite poetical blights. A dedicated team, mapping the bumps on my testicles. Collectible croutons, get all 2393429384 of them. Witch gum and dirty bat shoes. Stripping off an outfit that I am not even wearing. Bottle waffles, cans of spam on demand. Glide me a pillow stuffed with cyanide. Kill that futtered mucker, but make it look like an incident. Weave weeds into trees. Expand my hand til it holds the plan. Forever sore forever more. Falling spring flinging from the bungee Lord. I stash my flask in the casket. Thorn floss for strong and scared gums. Neon plumbers, who knows where they come from. Guitar strummers who take it up the bum. Chewing foldable idols in a cool, damp room. Vaping paper dolls in a bright lemon scened anti-chamber. Roll your big ego out that fucking it. It may not fit, you might have to fold it, no need to remove your soul, you already sold it.
Troubled thumps. Gnarled lumps of people sleeping all cold in the ditch. Sodom kite flips, cherub kiss grips. We are going to moan into the dawn on a boat made of yarn. Macrame owls dot the landscape. Fence posts point up the holy ghost. Toast lines the ocean shore. Planets freeze in their orbit at the mention of your name. Kites chew off their strings and roam free across the sunset. Guns in the hands of the recently dead sign up to vote on the next go. Put all your flagons in a circle. Dented idols express delight at all the coffee you have brought them. Tuber-beetles cross the road during the least populous hour. Rented vagina flaps, rinsed out by trained monkeys. For some reason birds, nests are exploding all over town. Like spontaneous fireworks and raining flutter feathers. I sleep on the floor and I use tables and chairs as pillows through the long chilled night. I wake up spread-eagled in a field. A distant field. Talons rip open melons beaks sprayed with citrus waves. My heads kneads sands til it turns to soft glass. Deserted churches ferment. The pews sagging inwards from rain pouring through holes in the roof. Seek peace with glammer bones. Sprinkled incense makeup and cherub faces. Slabs of meat frying on the electric line. All the lights go out. It was a big mistake to make that self-healing cake. The whole prairie caught on fire. Tours of buildings and stores and are not there anymore. Calls from phones that have been gone for many years. Constant morse code messages from the cities ceaseless seizure. Blue and in view she dances for you, green and unchained she leeches your brain, ties you up to a geyser and finds her provider is a silver speckled spider. Donuts in the foam tents. Large brass bells struck with fur muffled mallets. Mandrake tea, then drown in the sea. Cobweb extract deep fried for a tasty snack. A new alphabet scrawled on curvy bones. Spontaneous found percussion symphonies last many dizzy hours. We found out all the rooms connect. The world is a great house. On the other side of my closet is a door to a 1950's style dinner.
Golden scarabs crispy freeze dried and spray with higher fructose corn material. "Crunchy bugs!", The cute kid in the commercial says and sales go up 3%. We are getting attachable beaks sent to us from mars and can dance naked on net tv and pay folks to watch me. I shall try all 230 types of donuts this year. Rainy shack in the resin hills. Marvelous tiny ponies graze on new-mown grass. Another biscuit is in the river. The bells of intermittent winter are blowing, the night winds are ringing. The lawn gnomes are singing, swinging, being their own. Soda rituals and tan merchants, rivers of foam and brisk summer tea. Playing sexual role-playing games in some house we invaded, yes and then we paraded, we are skinny drunken grenades, exploding lemonaid stands in the shade. Years of unresearch have brought me back to ignorance. All haul the big trophy from the sea, that is, all but me. beaded curtain, but the beads are teeth. hairs sprout inside the gelatinous organs. Random ashes. Butterflies carved from razor blades. Misfit vendors on the road past nowhere.
wake up in a dark and unfamiliar place. Which bed? Which time? The room spins under drunken nights whims. Where am I? when am I? get up and light a ciggie from the pack beside the bed. "I'm smoking again, for the first time. Spirit animals run around the corner just in time not to be seen, nly the flapping of strange feet on the too tall grass. When rain folds on cheese the end times fall with the breeze. When the fog is too thick to get to work, claw your way through, it beaks speak unseen. A bright thin smear of fungus covered the walls that winter. Smells and tastes like grape jelly with a bitter almond after space. A few tastes and you float to space. If you can stand the wall of jeers you can make it to the store that sells beers. Dream mind all soft inside while you decide the poison to stick through your vines. Black mirror and closed eyes.