Sunday, May 24, 2015
The skin cells I shed during sleep come to life, Diablo nail floating in pleasurable time-loop swaths of last meal mummy, a crying bulk of marijuana neurons. The spiritual part of Earth’s grunt. Underworld djinn, one-eyed hoverboard duke in Her puzzle’s radiant crack. Living, sublime delusions. Energy regions. The plant-like death ray of elemental riches tangled pulsing in pinkeye, a math-craving Pinhead scratching inside of a Beginning that grows mouths that shit juice, virtuously, instead of contain teeth. Dormancy’s bionic cock rock fruit cloud blood alcohol wave generator. Stick a penis in hypnosis’s deep sense of space crime’s hail of silk; prowl the glorious highway, snuff the front door opening into the distant past.