A bold and smoldering Foreigner. Bites off charred wood to mark his territory storks Pass over head some of them are spiraling down find them on the ground dead never know why they died. Sqirrels began Gathering brush and Plastics to leave Nest compounds to house big groups of them. Some kind of a collective Critter Grin. Some sort of organized paramilitary rodent Cemetery chemistry. Some kind of blow your mind while smoking certain kinds of vines it's about that time thing. Laying down leaves and making sculptures out of them. Take the leaf sculpture and spray on some liquefied caramel and cinnamon. Lighted watch it burn all night it's lit it's a kit you got to do it man get with it. Southfield walking. Walking in Southfield. I can feel history like hands coming up out of the ground and pointing to me the history of soot is now. Strip show scripture tutorial. Rancid meat Caravan being picked away at by quick running dogs. They're false scratched up in Altered from the earlier go. Tunnel vision in a field of snow. Using cobwebs to weave leaves together to make a blanket.
Bring wreathes made of cottage cheese, ring tiny Bells strapped to your knees. Dance today crackling outfit made out of leaves fans make em bend reveal purple darker skins. Hunt fish along the river with a fork and a knife. Surrender to the blender if that's what you're after ride faster laughter. Fake broken snake nailed to the temple wall now that man has fallen broken snake is God. Rheem out legends from every little lies two little girls and guys as you cooperate across town outfit made with mayonnaise. Easter place before you a crucible a turn a burn feels like a fossil fire fossil. I spent half my afterlife in a burning taco. Street repairs itself with a blood and guts from car wreck injuries. You don't care you've got bells strapped to your knees. If you shake your pelvis hard enough you can Cast Away any disease. And I see you wear a long wooden strap-on beak hand carved by your ancestors even as we speak. And I wrote tomes about foam but they grow cold into dust along with my home.
His sermon summons the bums in. His Venom ignites the Vermin who are swimming in it. Soon all these angry Souls will be cast out into a flaming hole whole church cracked open like an egg and the yolk folks they wanted so bad for others. The clouds flap like shrouds and the rain comes down. Focus on the smell of burning logs dispersed throughout the neighborhood a pleasant lost in fog. That's why I'll dance in a coyote mask drunken to delirium in fall laying an able to walk in the freezing rain. Brutal Planet leaves stains.
The bells toll across flooed fields. Rolls of the backs of floating scarecrows,
And drunken Angels asleep in their beds are rolling in the clouds far above your heads. Their snores sound like Eagle cries. And soon as they wake up they shall resume their lies.