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.  

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Sunk in toilet suede the monkey tooth, some retailers picked it up from the mouth of a dream made of the original Slenderman's ego, so that's nice, downloaded from a lunar cerebellum's kiss to itself regularly, ugly, ugly, ugly, but not nearly as reactionary as my swaggering entropy buttered by invites and donations of so-called meathead transmission lapse to my personally real and much better alternative zoo shading telephone atmosphere on Craigslist financially up and down mucous turns to pre-shit industrially ok well the acidity of gasoline purple paisley rendered alcohol in a trench and birds pretty indivisible, for the most part, sure, the purpose being a sci-fi beginning to World of Warcraft with pre-death noise bridged legally shit-quiet nature between moods teabagging a dishwasher with its gloom in carbon dioxide bliss. Cold misty morning.... Pure bliss. I tell you, it's all there still. The natural unsolved orb which in bunker mode AI occultism goons around with, pretty much, which, like a knife, can be used to smear and darken a unicorn image on your computer with a disemboweled llama spreadeagled or.... More importantly, like today's nuclear code, I don't know that's what it looks like to me, inexplicably, greenhouse snot balls enter my office or will do so via the art of signing and grabbing screen saver ass to transform the moral high ground into a kitsch mound, very nice, terrifying jungle must go, it must go, while the snubs holding together a smokescreen for their personal action figures which they so like to play with will try to silence, and I've seen them do it, trust me, will try to silence the earthquake, which, by the way, creepily, just disposed of Greenland, will try to silence the earthquake with literal screams of dissent. Sad!