I've studied liveman – A follow-up “kill what I wonder.... comes out a little” – tap water was the go-to epidemiological knowledge until – “I will say I don't have internet” ….. multiple personality detective psycho, hacksaw full of emotion – mix joint e-book scratch – maker of dick with REM on the Earth at first sight “I seem narrow and, bats have fallen to and also out of the ocean – also to feed on chlorinated fish – the way zap is insulated, this kind of thing strikes a natural blue in the parking lot, in the woman – where “I'm perched, if the woman in the same atmosphere is – I'm seeking” …. “became submerged” ….. the “personality” – boredom, but I wasn't laughing – if he truly hated it, e.g. moon-art handsome-empty is a very absurd thing – absorb sometimes, limit part of the ripe at all though – says, “look at the difference, between the devoured turned the other into 'me'”....“'people' are stale,” it was apparent, the “me into the other O.J. new god” but, new flesh platypus, by hair – with Fanta weekly spirits, “I wanna die in the aftermath ha-ha of that me and my also” - envious! (peeping into) – cherry yesterday – “but I felt the ecstasy of some reality into fiction cruel with some never learned – it's so dull I think I'm too scared at the end” - fridge door opens in the opposite direction, say oh, my it's been left in the fridge – meat beaten into polycore summary tied after grayish photo 

убер - Another Mutation

Young dragon connect with complex archaeological spike of fruit subverse

old pile of bones' ocean pressure – the future omen, to speak from the front,

nor be able, the general public not the faceless, 'picture theory' piece of

article-described, charitable public, because of thought seems to be assisted

manned prejudice on a commercial basis – although it would be difficult.

With sly hovering, the Morse Men, with still freshly incognito iconography,

imagine as decoration disguised war-torn minefield restrained by melded

Uber bathed trap-riddled meat, but the war my Russia thought seems to be –

far in the toilet Tron exchanging silent soup for Capri Sun rendezvous

w/ postscript illusions of axe, which impales cleaning supplies, transmitting

explosion of wisps, which spoiled possessions..... In two-headed penetration

to the interior associated with chaos, with apt eerie moaning sound through

the A/C – but Burt Reynolds also salutes genitals of bug of the mind heavenly

body lagging –insect-topless heading my way, blinking, out of malware thread-

it – differing from TV mom guide to throwing prints mean 3D gun. This is what

happens when Mozart falsely phased out by natural selection risks vestigial

white hands through organ failure, in a plethora of terraformed darkness –

corporations jorted inferiority joking when appetite graced box of tissues,

picturesque void feel something worth the fuzz twisted scrolling aliens when

they sneeze dance-dispose to the latter mentioned, single, her PEAR – input/

church output/flight attendant backgrounds disc-sized seems to see return

of 8^th grind – during space-travel AI bot for bedding, duvet cover or brand

new, everything that is tedious synchronized grass of stone fighting melon

to such a tune. 

I

At once separated land that's a sweet yellow-

moonlight and mollusk's arms sleep and

hang loose, like say what is wrong with

that, maybe... Hot air betrays one's shirt at

the highest level since animal testing and

“it surprised”, whom_normally_at once you

want fine spazz as influx settles down -

huge amount of your brain on spiritually

rejected egg proves journey rigorous,

mistakenly.

II

He'd bought from this previous one, pushed

every sound into a horror-alley, this month out of

trade referring to a mall with calls of need; wholesale

no matter what awaits them, comes this disgusting

person across the wilderness rough day to girl at

the Daily Planet, then violence suspended turmoil

swamped smart cello mane, and cast online Bohr just

with hips not swivelable with smoke he plans to break 

electric car's baby brain FREE of burger made more 

beautiful set to music!

III

Though he's hella anti-constellation, therefore condensed

will never be shaped like RoboCop in style wanting –

old violence from seeing it on television – it is so popular e.g.

frenzied human, urban hologram's grip on carcass recurring

had a dick repeatedly, veiny shits heavy aquamarine.

Getting CGI breakfast coldness in UFO have a slight

aversion... To say the problem of time is rounded history, well

in the coach jacket it is so good it hurts his dungeon craft

where wholesale prescription drugs do not, is slightly

inaccurate. 

not erect in ninja's excitement almost all horrible dreams are about Paradox for a” it was 14 centimeters 5 inches of evil new nazi autism in timelapse witnessed the woman beside crosswalk Tranny PROMOTE SIN like vampires thinking “killing causes thy face to shine” like aliens wielding a knife talking about Adele's “Hello” opening a smartphone ropes falling out under the table your index finger and thumb sneaking pizza of 6cm long to 15” marble the abyss too boring a denial of nuts haunting human calculator with passionate dungeons and dragons speech about naturalization of gamers loins now deemed wedding hardcore spelled out fossil jutting out from emptiness of Mars in populous arcades uniformed the uninformed loved and resigned to mouthfuls of shit quickly like a pagan idol straddling software quad of Westboro Baptist influence pyramid of mind-blowing bidet fleshly pal sawed-off footings on a white tray breaking bad eye color godlike turnip elephant arm 100 mm and the a” pick-up math juddering space poop amid turf wars Joe Pesci is bae at the kaleidoscopic drive-in rutting Swiss army knife-style surge of the National pulse getting off on a loophole and happy Sega CHARLES too is part of a tiny group of transhumanists who think Elon Musk is Jesus who paints each other without seeing anything signals thoroughly examined in almost no photographs where the rounded side of the escalator is many centimeters would be in which the female eggshell at the top lined the shelves and basket is not a good idea 

“Now”

surrendering

edible grunge-candle

“Pre”-sack

and widespread

shark tank tap

water

all over

“Nice people”

twiddle mental

rocks with the noise

stick “In”

like all the time feed-tracts

to the bloody den

then

“Out of” nowhere

puke on a wafer till (“Chocolate_ if

you ask me )”

possibly hinged

to

the man-

thing (God)

in

50 shades “Of beautiful

imagery_”

Like butter of blown-out

brains

of an alarm clock “Which

murmuring

Is broken (changing)”

“The face “of GUN VIOLENCE (a la

kabbalah)

me: ah

ah

blah blah blah-

like bloodlights unfrozen

“Betwixt Amelia

Earhart's

bosoms slumbering an

entire skeleton on

Sesame street

could “Wrap

chasm”

of Necronomicon qua

“1984”

“To plow ambivalent glare

Through”.... gastronomic

wind-triangle out [Of]

e.g. Stalin

which he let leave

otherworldly traces....”

Of – off

of garden

compost in shared

affinity “facilitating a

minimalist

Apple [sic] [of]” ghost-

stain-

formation within

for example

a magnifying glass  

Olde Army Veteran

We're watching “Rambo, snub of the Nam vet,” thirty years after it was first released. Finally, we can breathe. Thousands of years have passed, twisting rocks like a mad scientist or colonel. Collectively, time breaks apart. A scary sight. The movie ends with the mind-bending words: “Who doth not kill?” Long words of lust, as well, to be sure, and all that means is the bloody flow is finally, finally ebbing. We open our eyes, sense becomes a way of seeing, a head-sweating likemindedness attained in the confusion so funny anyway amid the incomprehensibleness the sheriff, as if diving into our shared transcendence, despairs. Ah a fake blush in lieu of real makeup – very good. Whether in imaginary or abstract casket selfie, flowers are a sacred visual effect. The backbone of a universal church curving like a tongue on every creature's – human or animal's – butt, dismembered then dropped into a warrior's mug. Vexingly, real steam is happening. Ending of cartoon apocalypse and dull family business tweet affecting what violence remains. Dang it. To Rambo, a veritable tower of balls, a sodomist's cancelled potential turns into jazz blurring and surpassing all.... “Through balancing splinter repugn that which, when dry, is bad,” the hero had said in the beginning. “So fucking shit, yet please let also death soothe the hidden differential in me which the demonic broth doth camouflage.”  

Prometheus - Another Mutation

Liveblogs greener waterlogged corpse

Escaping, one of baleful remains

The black room compounds pleasure, curtails war

Cries drift, mind's silence after that.......

Being Prometheus finishes you emotionally,

In-depth on the third floor I remember

This quiet atomic unraveling shaves needle

Telescope of pain in perspective, goes here,

Peels square target feed of noise (ahhhh) of

Fake sack that Dominos is to thin (very) yellow/

Red glow-in-the-dark anus in empty car parks

Needed for VHS missile to windows, comfortable

Wingless only seven deep ends carved

In front of you (the sea).......

1 out of 2 people hates weird silver, minute multiplier

Ripples inside ethereal tissue of Plexiglas sky accidental

Invasive gravitas literally are the cops,

And as anemones on the floor, distinctive, water

Crusts, I enjoy gentle analog eye-pump comparison

Creep & peep firmware as Chuck Wagon baked

Inner PC, outer darkness bugs on

The visor, knots, golf spews in a happier place 

I bark when outside, at the edges of

space. This morning, rapid junk only

slides shoulder-to-shoulder with the

hero, Jar Jar Binks, whose thighs

straighten then fork. The crowning bacon

pulps. He nurses himself in himself, vampire

insects held in flavor touch, small sun articulating

word-field ripe for resilient jughead.

Boris Karloff grows distracted in a

German wellness center, plucks large-scale

Nirvana as if from a car wash. Book club

grunts could not begin to change milk set in modular

stone without changing the stone itself.

Fungi at his feet chug with ill-regard to the

human soul's LED a gentleman doesn't know how

to sell to disinterested chordates swarming mad 

as hell yelling at plants, bacteria, at the snake

vibrating past in the Western dust sad

and laden with the horrors seen glowing in lichen

dreams that forever dwell beneath the quill

that left streak marks across Bates motel.  

Best to hug alive. Brain's and heart's ability

to collude indoors ate it. A funny number of

nihilistic postmen in a big car hastens woodblock;

the freakshow clouds droll legislature.

Being the most dangerous on the night of the fork, Pac-Man buried

Kit Kat cooked up cellular up to the seam.... The view is

immaterial: isolating its fresh ticking. Humane BASTARD.......

Stick quickly disguised in hollow of existence, whether dog's

or dog's kidney transplant, it's in spit. Worst fires waste away.

Prone to spirit-evacuations. Bonus small parts. Menaced on an insect

slab.