Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Diss Dent

flailing, i can feel everything
god like an inch of oblivion in hate eye
through lurching accessibility
of the bird feeder, suicide coke noise
as the octopus's drugged stab at a slice of asbestos
turns revenge vulnerable to theft
frowned upon, the frown cuts into your neck
on overload through random online media
i diss shit severely dented, the dent points the wrong way
pressurize abrasive
mesh glowing
as cardboard fallout solidifies its real world
and video games guy at traffic lights
(faces pretend to be lung
language disembodied
bending steam
endless against the wall)
do not always complete action

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