Tuesday, April 5, 2016

Material objects are relatable through destruction,
drowsy citadel rubbed with limbless clockwork hanging wireless,
constrained emotionally by sex through its spin-off console,
swarmed interactions straightened discomfort, wrestle-
doused underpants in rooms of rat milk stimulus of earth,
my giant son's butt ridges obscure his own stop motion in the VR
headset, I'd auction him off bare and watch him scissor through a
human sacrifice, vomit his love for bouncy castle boobs, I cannot
help dwarves stuck near rubber, split safe swap and dissolve
black ocean floor haunted neutral by dye, the attractiveness
of normality in a sense of midnight bulging, matter is real,
death, and glory with its belated sounds. 

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