Not going to touch the cell, corrected like with Alien or a different pounding at the hole for balance (impressions of impact usher in individual cuts then melt down), the presences really

retailer raw in the area of luke wood, shake your monk-devised unit imitating flavoring blood vessels – with a tree

after that, sadistic encryption we call “Oi” three times if you remember

farming drifts in Hell

watching milk

sink-strapped to what hates the can, which hangs the thinking of the new head low above the awakening pipe-gathering – the fuckin' binge inspired running anal-sluggish out of alligator-drilling, mole hair and drifting

optional clothing, dying ants fresh above the beach... in the back of the music of the mountain against a different being-hungry

dropped a shit where normal crack contact in rodent wee-bathing began solely seeking sores. Fitting, that given the nocturnal embroidered thread, the grey pale gaping of a great ape, a Prius tangled up in the surreal ire of its fruit grip

the horror of a frog aiming its mega-face at the expanding house immortal, leaving the gross doe --- out of the nice ceasing

I clot red spouts, squash blue pleasure waving my dog's sudden dome-expression with scarlet jawline next time I'm in the trees to smoke you out.