Thursday, February 11, 2016

I conjure up the serpent bun. Influenza spread holy and the voice recognition
tattooed coherently dope. Is it a taunt or a consolation, Hannibal? Ramen isn't
helping; it merely elasticizes an already black hole. So in trying to remove the
sticker from wood, the antihero of Google Translate is mauling a resting bitch
face on medical marijuana (hibernation requires delusion in spurts). Next, you're
gonna need hoops to grapple with (remember, you will probably be sliding on
hot masking tape). Sarah reads my mind through meat – this is before 1960, where
a bit of inflatable tornado gets the mayo in rugged thralls. Decapitating my
grandparents in circa 90s honky banks' employ – lest panic moisturize denim
with rhyming Valium out of gloomy mud's sack; in fire Toxie is a Red Lobster –
shudder of a large puddle: and a small box hostage to Netflix like a hick's crown of
Minecraft cumulus.... and, well, the glimmer of stew be dead on the inside....
I grab your hand: the blood clot makes me feel better. Cooks ass worse than
Twitter harassment by adult AI. We're suffering the male scientist cum pickup
artist's dismembered mummy for a meager glimpse of animal liver in the meagerest
of Lucasfilm slashers. Fuck YOU, Tarantino.  

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Dogmeat tentacles plus the bad jungle leg climb shadow-addled
averse transitioning Dunwich blossom in ritual parallel blotted
sleep horror eruption of digestion the mirror cardboard photograph
formation in outsider murders constipated by mouthful of chem trails of
god(s) with the lobster Burzum too gravitational for fat, organs too
CGI egressed nude. Cinderella wasn't born to splurge on such luxury
but the thought of its phosphate sick like some puke stays: peg legged
buildup on sofae: something like cuts around eyes in dry-cleaner
climate: afraid someone gets jealous while monsters like Andy rock climb
khaki feather in imaginary space – “I'm not like other static bacteria” sez Andy:
hunger filtered in strewn eyebrows. “I'm going to make core letters from algorithms
criminalizing ads with my pet surge” – ring finger fish head stealing energy
through pervasive boogie meteorite of nostalgic sodomy and big tyranny
code of pro athlete gut balls blaze denser than a never ending dangle of
interdimensional shapes. Pain in enigmatic lurking shatters in a Soylent
pile of alternate slimed harmonica: evidence of time travel: glaucoma in
suspension of disbelief: networking genius death birth barreling of a cookbook
author's cock through the floating montage. With sensory secret weapon
trumpet die trying to make love to the hand that feeds the hot head. 

Saturday, February 6, 2016

The dead are the victim and win. Can orgasm: behind the nut
love. Cadaver liver shot fam. The spiritually pathetic, abject lost pig
self-masturbator loses. Folk album covering place of worship.
A rocket lost at sea. The point of view of microbes.
Contextual.jpg soup, predators who abuse video games. In uneasy
index unveiled Vampirella's bones: you: steel beams:
Andy's measly moon: dies psychedelic – his dimpled boxing
stomps burning in telemarketing horror: the secret self
leaps in humiliation screwing himself lockjaw. Magic attracts
and plucks LEGO into perspective.... Eats Heaven's chime.
Nerve's drone. Brings a gun to the abortion: doom. The CIA
and the New Mind milk her love letter in pervy deer hunter
English Lit inflamed, feel better than Andy aka the sagging zombie.
Hypnotic Chick-fil-A. In misshapen goat sweater. The echo kills.
Rusticated junk rotating in shades of crazy sedge. When wallpaper
becomes organism. And obstacle: autumn. Smegma on the floor.
TV leaked: brutal. Forget their strangled cat. Come get you inside
you, man fang low, pack of hobos playing God suffering the
consequences (of meat obsession) – behind the thumbnail soft head like
a snake. Margin 69. Erect hatred. Sacrifice beautiful facial appendages.
A big toe of bloodconvergence. Andy sat watching dolls play
ping pong, cadavers get Oscars: in a pebble of time in a belly button.
His entire personality is a dick move. Texting: thirsty for vertigo.
Obscurity is a pancake. 

Thursday, February 4, 2016

The stick figure caught fire in the bush, in a slim gigawatts
ensemble like a mass shooting. Virus fabrication snowballs
into a leaf ripe for the slashings. For inspiration, I won't have
sex. Black dog re-assembling Bitcoin inkjet soda dream.
A spud spacing out like an albatross breaks my heart,
whose pistol holes snatch a sniff of Winona Ryder off its precipice.
I've put frogs in my time machine and given them energy
drinks to facilitate the spreading of a mutual electronic
spine to fish Wingdings in radio static cheeseburger
with a flashlight. Sexually-transmitted oxygen leads to heart
attacks in the creepy prostate with an elusive blue. You're
batshit biological, the sex is snuggly and the war is flat,
still I'm addicted to her male gaze with a n00b's rush.
Thus Satan, pointing an antique sword's irrigation at the
funeral pyre, enslaved the sisters with a spider's strong blood.
The astronaut catches fire in time and space. Power is sound,
the anime in the oil of a transparent heart, the sentient AI that
sucks out venom form the island in atmospheric warrens
of death mask swapped with giant weed bros. I can't breathe.
So I abuse my authority. Meditate on a black hole's shameful
transmission. With exoskeleton as practical joke, Devo automatically
downloads scarlet particles through lust. Brutalized by sleazy test-tube
Mountain Dew, physical smoke swatting cold-blooded.
Thus Satan's son prefaces his slumbering wolf with a balloon's
clock of sorrow.

Thursday, January 28, 2016

Excerpt

I do not know what I do. I sometimes have a clue, and
sometimes there's an acute awareness of what I am doing....
demons show me after the fact what I have done, though.

Uncle robo-deadbeat composite squelches acid gapped
dream triangles shimmer.... Grub stow transient as
usual, the casket defines us whittling and shit, the notion
is pushing other millennials into shame in its entirety.... like
most reconnected genitalia, techno buried the leaning crush
stumbling to jettison incredible hairstyles in swift
battle ennui with different objects.... peed on to destroy
and show emotions obviously in boredom flatus.

I am sleeping too much.

Snooze sin ritual arrived newly-spired satellites candles
after the fire. Andy doesn't keep the warmth as well as he
could, all day feeling amazing. The special ingredient
was a great astrological vibe while sitting at home
alone, shouting like gunshots standing naked in
a corridor, trying to constantly just flash the equivalent
of demonic appetite from Andy's iPad.

Ripper.

With his rage-autism hiding behind a wall broken by
a curse.... kept blinded at a distance by The Beast Without
A Care.... Girl with sunken oyster eyes hyperventilating
at the sight of the prettiest girl in the world....

On cloudy days I suffer from claustrophobia.

Spark a ripple of snow jeans knock on wood with
kisses saved to my phone smear a rapist. When it
should work it doesn't and when it shouldn't work
it does. Ripple smashes through roast, rippled milk,
tornado slug snakes on a flying cheese brick.... The
pink head of a leap year gotta bait too much fuckboy
for armchair worker power skewing scorpion tail
in parachute trousers....

Looks like shit.

Bold, all-math Scooby shrugs off laugh track by transparent
bomb squad.... naked pic aftermath is like water running
like dandruff to Herman Hesse into blades of grass.... I should
be required to have a well hung butt as a man cooking
soft cleft during the apocalypse because of her tenacious family
extricating some plugs, mugs!

No one lives.

The boyfriend shakes the zombie.... smoky mall vape falls off
plaid which the human hand floating like a header dying
with the smell of reality television ain't short of weak
bonding goo like the radiant underworld of digestion.... an edible
fist of red, stained concept website hieroglyphics seems to
discolor on impact like words on a page....

Spasms.

Looking back with my blood clot in a slingshot, oblique cake
space bites the best Dune, which pushed me out and while still
somehow remaining a sign on the fleek finally sucked up
Lawrence of Arabia.... Jail bling kicked out of the comic
sexually equally, which must be how beekeeping golden shit
must literally trill the vase of astrology, whose languidly unfailing
Miracle Whip holds the milked turtle like a giant wang
until rendered pancake assed....

I'd like to get into the illegal pet trade.

Bitch's death clutch reads my hateful Beatles towards the
full eight.... he's struggling to reclaim so many cool things....
Don't wanna deal deep puffy from smoke juice bushwack
igloo attitude choo choo buckled to the chainlink
dream open raging festive needle burn torched
women's bowling feels meal crab thot gone misty bones
sullen along a chosen boop chube....

The girl's snake's eyes meet the guy's fish's eyes.

A puppy's ear's in the jugular chamber revolving
on the goat button .... acidic science introducing
saliva in deep cuts and.... greeted with immersion
by a little toilet paper.... yet but I think you're
a ghost conniving into the shadows proudly
rootbeer scimitar already pretty much looks
like mountains with these hotpockets confirmed
stripper rocket pants with a skill level shrinking
roommates of the wild shit systems leaving the
many hats I have vulnerable.,... I'm fucking crying.

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

I bid on strange things on eBay.

Jammed boomerang aura of sperm's teeth pulled out,
in the waning Lego of its charged, aggravated quit
Instagram brought him to virile epiphany.... Frod. Rod.
Fron. Fond. Frond. Aaggghggh.... Why don't you just leave
me alone!! By God I'm not playing games.... delicately remote
ruts.... receding Freudian sunbursts.... melting, dissolving,
girls.... feels very flimsy.... can't stop collapsing from
something placed on them.... ice-cream in particular:
soft American teeth.... can turn on a sixpence.... that sort
of thing??

Saturday, January 9, 2016

Crazy Haircut Phrenology

A crazy phrenologist eating a chip, blowing bubbles from it, a beige
carpet that would've been the first to blonde the body
of his head, roasts me tomorrow vibrant new
guts in diapers to injure a ghost all for more highbrow customers....
He'd spank a queasy powerball how much toilet paper however,
he would've been a new, bigger phenomenon hijacker, first horrifically
milky apeshit....    

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