Monday, June 19, 2017

The Upholstered Crystal

Throughout, the national park of Hell's coral reefs 
under-appreciated as hell. Austin Powers mad
as Alex Jones - some of his words fux with his flock, 
mine my blood and narrate my blog a week from the 
bong attack's cataclysmic echo salving, in a beam of 
mystical Moebius, ill lovers who through microwaves 
in reclusive machismo sought to farm feelings the 
purest of vaudeville robot's transcendental welp over 
long distances shifts to the impossible; a phenomenon 
dewy out of context; a disguise numbed to restore 
broken outskirts in bacon self-care in dread of outta control 
setting sun ….Out of the worst things you could traffic 
in, newspaper whopping fireplace portals in enormous 
shitty tic's explosion in scent of breeze tunneling 
bloodthirsty in PC gaming throughout... 

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