mortality is next in line and fragile... i'm mostly gone. been appointed for a disappointing appointment at an apartment. naked shoulders brushed aside like staged puppets propped up in a strange coincidence. knees frequently scarred & charred but promptly adjusted. the hive has been hijacked and replaced with a windy wharf.. it's laced with darkened angels who are both arctic and wielding fiery bikinis. frightened by messy fights and the idea of a doorknob seems far-fetched in itself. move coolly, no hesitation, spurred on by pink pastels and sandy vocabulary. the sort of cucumber ambition that is kinda fascinating. currently freedom startles slim ebbs, synthesized chimes, premium ringtones acquired by notebook and faith in laptop service. at an artful dock, dual breadths get picked for a duel. confusion's conclusions deduced by lunar landings on such short notice. the waitress witnessed it, she makes no exceptions with her twisted deviations. a strong image and reactions kept & contained, past repair, making love to the peppered pasture. losing grasp of efficient wishes, inverted and boosted by the cipher. a curious reconciliation for sacrificial privilege, among unfavorable conditions. custom modified shoes shielded by furry blankets. creamy faucet of lime, twos refunded in vain, too.. magazines are only pretending. a conquest of bleached beaches, each one of its leeches are screeching within reach.
your precious form is adorned.. with traces of what you said: "i'm still not dead." we cry until seeing pieces of the sky, falling ecstatic to the worn reflection, like a spare tire. the English language itself impaled.. a passenger in lifetime's contagious landscape gets chopped up into rows and columns, degrees of latitude and longitude, and then made stylish. my whole childhood scrawled on the chalkboard, with the jazz bells ringing in attendance, grammar absent. come and fetch a backwards graph without the assurance of insurance. the profane sculpture is in a coma. resist business and steal freedom. free to sing noisy falsettos and painted tension, to trust your immaculate scraps to the sons of malfunction. expensive sins of epic caliber: in black and white, true or false. an ordinary folk type serving up a dish of fresh compassion with lettuce. still abbreviated by your reliable and trusty primal instinct. corroded razors distort the fused facts, existing only for amusement. pretentious nostalgia is just a footnote to psychotic discoveries. that is to say, i envy your injury.. with the dimension of a tunnel exchange, sailboat caricature & shuttle archetype, swiveling pivots stay superior to the toilet, which has somehow managed to become obsolete.
fruit punch is lush in a hurry and laze rampant. girls are covered with too much makeup & perfume. fringe binges out on a barren plateau, fishnets cocked and loaded in hotel lobbies. what a novel idea. leaflet brochures and thesis dissertations resurrected in the classified section.. on billboard charts, bad ratings and poor public relations. sponsors have been squelched due to squalor. just swerving over the double yellow, no directionals, given to avoid explanations. strictly jeopardized gambling, cartilage in tune to the jackpot academics but barricaded by the shortstop. seagulls perched on mossy dusk, but not obligated to the underpaid rubber duckling. bathtub vagrant keeps whiskey under galloping saddle, harboring frosty chins and frothy broths. tender harvest wreaths shepherded and sealed in solstice's shed, where the maestro worker is slashed. deprived of the depraved side effects of a hazy home. cables crested and caressed on the chest of a cyclone. earn respect, do not detect berries on the ridge, rescued from paying rent by telegraph, a warrant for arrest. from start to finish greetings and goodbyes nothing more than dumpster brims overflowing glove compartments. viable curbs for annual herbs. collecting corrected verbs. the elementary experience of countdown until doom. merely referencing the dejection of tranquility's crescent cascading downpour.
salvaged lungs lost and found for hide and seek. blushes unleashed at the junction of holiday antics with ballistic missile trajectories. social prodigy spins effortless wit. the concourse is in accordance with the laws of accordions. sidetracked on a refreshing tangent, bloodshot beverages mythical and legendary. arguably ambiguous, the hassle of unflattering friendship and instant replay.. nursed back to life, snatched up in a tongue-tied twisting truth of tooths. no proofs, just evacuated envelopes. cities confirm individual worthlessness. recognition engenders ideas of competitive successes. brothers and sisters, deposits are withdrawn. floating fluids above a field and radioactive clouds creeping in. the children all random and ungrateful. forward is not at all when you are stumbling in suggestive gestures. the detached introvert quietly contemplates crippling absurdity over a horrible haiku: speak & spell spilled slip-slide splish-splash blood spattered split butter spits acid blotter with spinning gall bladders expressing distress to especially disheveled shovels, lovely.
