These depths of depraved time,
sanitized like a sacremento death cult
; lost to the mallspace.
Archive for February, 2014
Cannibal hardware
lies half-consumed,
scattered
to the
stillborn
breeze.
tertiary ligaments
giving way under the strain of ages
; this endemic dust
that erodes our sense and tugs
at the sentimental formula.
diseases of the mind are transmitted
orally
aurally
amorously
polymorpheusly
and
continuously
for the gratification of unwanted fingers.
orally
aurally
amorously
polymorpheusly
and
continuously
for the gratification of unwanted fingers.
His Fucking Gaze fills the screen like a bad smell
rancid and dripping
drooling implausible idiot narratives
of the yet to be up against the corner
system fucked drunk
and bareback.
Love is too much a black box
– fragments surge in and out again, changed, but
the alchemy which acts upon them cannot be known
unless the possessor of the box gently teases apart its mechanism
to expose their gaze to his own insides
– to see how and why they light up and throb to his lover’s touch
– what ignites in thought and sensation,
what constructs are born?
Unique to her stimulus
projected forward hand in hand to create a world just for them, with its own physics
and theoretical foundation upon which their architecture is built and cause and effect
is discernible only to them, are only for them
to explore with touch and caresses and words and breath.
owner of EITHER/OR/BORED found still respiring. World collectively yawns, scratches itself and farts
and then the world’s atmosphere spontaneously separates from the planet, evaporating into the cold vacuum of space, and everyone dies.
Neat, huh?
EITHER/OR/BORED 