In forgotten shrines. Endurance shimmerings of cold purple I walk into your River. Binge Sneaking nude through the false facts. Night-Brain whirls sober attention wrinkles the brain braids. He saw processions of stuttering engines replace people chiming like Tibetan bowls. Come quickly to the patch. A fever breaks til then the train doesn't whistle, its stranded in the prairie lands. He glimpsed a site near the black root. Unto you, these things caught in a mass of tar bugs. This train leaves slime on forgotten Gods. Come. and let me on. Parking my foot upon a train that is hallowed in moths. Screams, growls/ anthems been on binge been right has cruelly built random cars-Someone wearing antlers waving answers and use to suck up the stale riders-
And let him spin on clean ground Its spring again. A sudden naked howl through the isles. They shake their heads as they hurry to fabricate worries that are written in the bread of discontent. On route to despair, a suicidal bent could have been a water-rat worn smooth to Scare belly Deep in a pit.
This train is packed lined with carved, sky-reaching apps. He brought this clams they scamper in down a roller coaster and out from the window. . Lit walls and nighted lamp Goddess weaves by my barnacle beads-Spiderwebs blow and whosoever loveth and maketh The knowledge spread out the know. of the Dark The night country.
Rulers aim floppy diskettes at school mouths. Antifa participants binge on suppositories, Eyes blinking. Acting wild limpid and musical I know only those men shaped like a bell. Grew blue goatees for Jesus. An antifa protester set his locusts upon the great Alarm. The clatter was heard and even felt, for several blocks. I pieced together a story about it constructed with found bits of felt. I clasped the mantle and the trumpet in the game of adjustable cock tearing. Throw the arms that alarm me. The tribe of creeps shaking to appears as a seems with a jacinth moonbeam, and and the satyr-like gleam was displayed And played when he had look on it indifferently. Soda for the vultures who wait to masturbate in the trees. A whole season without relief. Greatest of the sweet heats. substances like boils; unsoil our sordid piss clotted streets now. Then they could be very curious and before they had settled down in a box that could fascinate the lake for events alluded to and scented beak. Soak it up, it's freedom, so so they speak.
And glory and them memes mean nothing. Of a soul which was sealed: ladies are observing mighty men, and earth which sitteth no explanation. Competition the only whim modern him would beam. Plots that mingled with my thoughts as more her spirit fled: outside world may soft I think a lot. Hope I don't get caught.
Grasp that guts spill to A new dawn no regrets. Clams do beside the road. All hail the big fail our bodies are depostible. Used spiderwebs and sheets tore the onyx ever. They flashed in the window and the tribe and every mountain spindles shine. Refuse me I don't shine to your mind. they mostly egged me, and their newspapers of power to end the creature and prop up the preacher, the free and the enemies. Super ass lemon cunts curdle my message, a vacuum passage. The dirty math binge and I go chortle under everything. Fuck the king gouge out his eyes. Our love smells like a dog. Tone trips drip through the glowing go bone.