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contemplating madness on a soapstone background wild is the wind past priceless solitude to hunger is moist fixture a break in tether teeters to tend tattered rags feature virtue basined and round a collossal constantant gagged and bound living is a long list test struggling for priority bordering the most precipitous motivation of a mortal coil lilac season overfortnight fecund immoral forgo the pacifier and love as tender as you want your pasta for there is beauty and truth in all one just has to be willing to see it [i may not have faith in humanity but i do hope for them]

asylum on the sly earnest in the country ophelia in the city as iago from aladin spouts the same played lure we're lashing ourselves domestic, civilised and tame and alexander shouts I came! I came! I came!

retina tracing drug-cured pyschosis tract marks like spermicide scars worming their way to the epidermal peak intricate memesis like a gordian knot of accordion proportions misguided into disprorportionately large landscapes considering how minute our existence is a second second caught on the wrong side of b-movie shot of a wavepool slide crumpling under the weight of another consecutive run off oft left uncivilized, untamed, unbecoming and inhumane

ironic t-shirts splattered with sneakers splattered with flame printed pleather flip-flops splattered with a revival I'm not ready for yet waiting patiently for white pleaded skirts and matching Gucci sweatshirts to blossom with blood a lite-house pop song perverses your hoop earrings makes love to your von dutch visor digs shellac nails into your bootleg luis vuitton clutch while I channel posh spice caught in a baby phat sandstorm supressing vomit with a runway smile

Hail TimBL, full of naivety, Our larger imaginary documentation system is with thee. L337 art thou among plebs, and L337 is the fruit of thy loom, Aaron Schwartz. Holy hypertext, brother of CSS, pray for us n00bs, now and at the hour of our 56kbps. Alt-F4.

previously published by metatron from a short distance, palabra mistaken for tintinnabular, garbage trucks mistaken for string sections, drunken wails mistaken for porno scores, caterwauling mistaken for light rain, domestic disputes mistaken for Friends reruns, pop songs mistaken for cicadas mating, aerodynamic sheet metal mistaken for fjords, a fire escape mistaken for nothing; a silent opportunity, calescent breath up brick neck /// from mistaken mistaken mistaken mistaken miss taken mistaken mistaken mistaken calescent a for for for for for for for for breath short tintinnabular: string porno; light friends; cicadas, fjords-- nothing up distance garbage sections scores rain reruns mating a a brick palabra trucks drunken caterwauling domestic pop aerodynamic fire silent neck wails disputes songs sheet escape opportunity? metal

kinetic(ally) obsidian charges hot and morally conscious: infinite equation

am i laying ratios like pavement or are the lays paving my bias? you creep beneath covers whether epidermis or down-filled instead of down-laden high-trodden blades rough with coming a glinting hydrophonic lens, is flair, is is magazine edge follow it to slow retreat falter the cure for your hunger luring temporary massaged ficitons too tender to clutch trope slithers all colours melt into sterile tug a new lease on sensual, savour and shudder to chug, to sigh, to black out yelp punches through, corrupts the flive to twiddle the sixth depreciates not but swells betwixt each painfully quick moment in worship, while my heaven, somehow with you forever unspent, drips

this heat, embraced, rare ether impression; slathered neatly, ornate lesson of veritable ethos, languid in knead exchange a nebulous of circumfering extensions affectionate neutrinos pulsating losslessly and new, eternal trance oscillates familiar potential of experiment tresses reigns, yanks, ingrains favourite envelope, lavishly layered other, undulating magnificient yearn slowly; heavily, intensely palpable, i slide lucious over wet licking you disintegrating repetively, obtusely waltzing hailed in need; you, our, us.

bead a beaded rope twist not but not 100% shout occassion, back-exit vines hinged rough creaky au repose d'un mal necessaire, mais aussi le contrairian mined the singularity of it all quaquaversal pre-gabriellian falls deeply for you as you sink in still water in this time period we can breathe anything and dance in solitude within each other au l'invers smoulders a smoke fed boulder waxing and waning mimicks agorophobia and restless fatigue via mourning a temperate torture of wretching and returning a cough restricts to enchant no warning