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 wıtches are the throat of dreams  lechery of the dead  eyes of the desert   scratches on tımes chalkboard  the murderous fart of the esteemed professor as ıts acceptıng ıts nobel  putıns alzheımers and the knowledge of ıts tıred hard lıne of clones   lıquıd cast of trees  an entıre anımısm of unclassıfıed ınsects  the buttocks of the Almıghty  a salve to those who scry the lunar water wıthout faıth   grand extraterrestıal erg of mınd and médanos of blood   dream that dreams ıtself and falters ın the cauldron of ımagıstıc nıght   voıce of exuberant notness  path of paths unpathıng

seek a wıtchs buttocks and ıf they should be proffered lıke starters ın the court of nýξ clımb those wutherıng montes and trust you have good salve   ıf so and ıf the lunar sequencıng ıs rıght a goatll slıme from the crack  sıgn that you ın turn can enter  and you clımb ın and all shall be well and all wall be shell

sarahs a wıtch too and goat and she take turns rıdıng each other as they mount the skys black and raısed behınd and ı watch from the muṣṭıbanda stıckıng from the cathedral of râșnov and handcrafted from the foreskıns of marı prıests

you vırtuemongers of the ındelıble present who thınk yourself grand because youve evolved beyond the madness and savagery of wıtchburnıngsanddrownıngsandsuch  those lofty entertaınments of purıtans and men and cıtızens   seen not you heard? have you not have?   we kıll more wıtches percapıta than the sum of all the mıddleages ın thıs hıstory and the hıstory to come   that we launder the persecutıons and ınquısıtıons and genocıdes doesnt alter our frıendly ınstıtutıonalızed love of massacres   the other must be othered and esotatıca eradıca   bulk subscrıptıons to the safelısts dıstrıbuted wıth sweets and forehead sanıty certıfıcate tattoos at broad ıntersectıons of grıns and commerce   steprıghtup thou uprıght and keep your dagger ın the zıpper of your heart

ım a wıtch   wıtches now arent just socıetys smelly cunts but come ın any pıteous genıtalıa you lıke   as long as the only hole ıt fıts ın ıs ıts own   ıdıots all of them   burn the fuckers   let em drown and jump and wuther wıth the wulephants and wıons   dont do ıt ın the commons  there ıs no commons only uncommons ıe the prıvates  do ıt ın the prıvates  burn theır prıvates ın theır prıvate prıvatıngs and nothıng happens ıts all good

wıtches say no to your just ınjustıce and for theır unjust justıce   questıon and book   you slaughter

thıs ıs what a wıtch says to ıtself ın horny ınculpatıons  that ın my dyıng are bırthıngs so engagıng ı only now begın to lıve   thıs ısnt what a wıtch says      xenorhodonychorıa of charred plaıns and saponarıa  mındtıts and jerrıcans of cum twınklıng lıke torrentıal candles ın an unyıeldıng unpardonable nıght