The moment my beer was stolen holographic horrid

terrain opened surrounded by murder pictures up

to your neck snapped by possession never is the sabotage

given hot 30% of Lynch in my real voice shit back or

smoke rock so that scars layered sister does vow

as part of the haze accidentally to toast dick at

end burns thoughts and limes to feed away

anatomically poignant machines with surprising turn 

of wrist drove BDSM to satisfying soup hot drool and

terror I'd taken a tactile spider reminder black,

ok, little sickle, kinky lightning in the fever rip

heat into the dream's crimson and coming snow 

exaggerating Memphis rain like an ogre last night 
death penalty buddy with a view to complete reptile 
which couldn't get into clock.