Joe
nears and thinks: “I'm glad......” It just came out! Not just the
idea, but the meat. Even though to think freely about words,
it'd be to hit the Vaseline.... “Why do you not do that thing
with your eyes again?” Denial in its infancy burns bright, must be
tired. She withdraws. “I do not know!” as all things Moebius have
the wet brainwaves in strips – automatically shut in mouths, silver
turning darts from eyes, everything dropped in bulk from the heights
of mere empathy “Oh.... You want...]” “a friend (her) with the
same shampoo and body SOAP, unraveling, nostalgic for change coming
from dreams inescapably, brave and might win....” From a rare
burning world within grey water gilded digital, leather sliding from
walls like scales from the eyes, fake news algorithm through
schizophrenic chicken imitation nardwuar with unbearable beauty roast centrify spider tattoo back from pectoral to golden side of heavy
potato flushed peak-first down the USB to dabble in illusion,
condemned yet ascending, only kindle volume 2 such as one hot site of
dinner party for instability to just bathe in, due a ring around
hotdog's exhalation from forest (“heh heh”) ritual full of
modernism, Joe self-crusts towards redemption.... Peter Parker by
daylight, the faintness of a job interview haunts in and around
suspension of blue lurking respiratory man's jacket suffering inner giant
red cartoon chemical kombucha atop city skyscrapers. Believe in the
overlaid, sex predator tendril emptying unnoticeable into islands
far below, its bug architecture mazed whisper's length of cold in frayed lake down on
concrete bed; rooting
horrifying perspective now includes and annihilates wheelchair, Hobbesian knowledge
of a tool, silently essence, at the third stage through glasses that
hold the hair, defending itself in nightmare house folded in the
middle. Though what did identify Dolphinman in the video lab, with
thought of movement graven in between, cauldron full of orange frieze
for fears.
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