the evil that speaks of love
is never far away
its like the wind i hear
always empty near
whats that supposed to mean
mean?
evil being an anagram of vile and live and nearly one of love in being compared to the wind itself of the tribe of flatulence and clocks begins to suffer from an analogous breakdown not dissimilar to that purported to be between mangonel and mangetout
wot
wot i meme is or rather wot that which is not i doesnt meme is or maybe isnt not quite wot the near thats never far away memes
that helps
let me explain
were all insane
that helps
helpings a condition designed for the isnt that speaks of is
nowhere does the digger go but lowest then still even low
shaman like all now ancient desperations is overused and underdone
spirit trenchantly works itself out in the trenches of digitalia the abandoned lots of eden using commodities of passion for the release of its irritated bowels privates of opinion for fiveconcept generals playing facemask on voidbook
its horrible whats happening in the world
that sexy & romantic martyr che titting it up across perky planets
mein is have scene the gory of the cuming of the board
ei is tramping out the frottage where the rapes of death are whored
ei has goosed the hateful cozening that no one can afford
vermouths debauching on
gory history gory shoah
history gory gory shoah
gory gory history shoah
vermouths debauching on
eye have reamed ei in the clock pyres of many morbid dibbling tramps
ei have bribed
can we sing something else
i love that song so marchy and triumphant and pyretic and insane
how bout a little political poetry
yo bidet is our kinda man
sitting on a ticking can
kalamatas our apotheosis
who helps us with our dermatosis
thats beautiful
bayonet loreate in training
oh honourable blit piss us with your turds we play
let us speak of love
love is an image of a reflection of a double of a conceit of a guise of a fetish of a facsimile of a mirror of a representation of a semblance of a
let us not speak of love
notspeaking is a semblance of a representation of a mirror of a facsimile of a
let us not speak
not speaking is a
let us not and let us not not
sing another song that makes me want to hear a song of something else
a song of something else
wait it doesnt have a pulse
but this song of myself
is a divine impulse
yeah that doesnt work
i sing what im not to sing hunted fugitive unwanted vomitive
that doesnt work either
work?
i am a tree
you wish but unfortunately youre a not in a flaw
what i said a tree
trees are dead
there are despite us still trillions of them
dead as donuts
donuts are trees
and i am free
we are dead
and alls been said
time to wrap this up
down is up
you fuckup
cuz up is down
fear is clown
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