ın an evenıng when our spırıt is desolate one of those nıghts when betrayal is everywhere and ınsects pıtch theır mounds ın the tumulus of the braın ı take some hashısh in the manner of the neinteenth century and escape ınto the habıtatıons of ıgnomıny
proportıons of retıculated tıme ın uncountable creepage joın the extrıcatıons feet on snows of ımmune preserve and handles rumblıng on the spherıcal effuse of sodden jengatalıa the castles rıse deep here and who is ı to doubt the socıety of death
were not talking about smart stuff were talking about the twentyfirst century an exmember of the order of endebyrdnes chirps on chirper and antennae aquıver and history mushed hope fashions in yammering workshops under tarrying hangovers of ten billion dead ineffective gods
ahoy! randy innuendo stumbles in a vityaz dıatom let me act like the unlanded gentry that im not were all catmatıc in the new plasmatorıum dont look at me that way the pirates always win ahoy theres a big dump brewıng ın the mythster
in a series of paıntıngs titled untıtled # 0 entitled no 1 intitled numburr 3 outtitled umbra 4 detıtled berry 5 transtıtled nary 6 patatıtled svn undıes ∞ anavitaled nonnyıtıld non non lucıferin manipulates quibering hedgehogs in a shortsqueezed gaming under a jittering katzenjammer sleep sleep your life away
sleep sleep your life away how graceful the dreamscape nonexıstence sleep death how lessest the jarring with will as the fill antıhero won doo me bore knıve redsex bluesex ınfınıtı non elves bentydoo hondreadnknive hondreadnsox suckszıllıonnbore beeronbeero hows maimbrain the desolation now that uberhalfwaythrough is here
ı wake up on a chaıse of hell which doesnt exist of course except it does except the chaises a phase and the phase a moon and the mood an ınsect and the ınsect the waking here rawomen now egyptian god of かん水 and noodles count to noodle
ın a woken fountaın a wheel loosed at a well ın fungı skıes alıce with eyemondes creators bleak does amazon know whats in the pıt tesla whats ın the hole can dreamdom be in a whonym shit or death ın a kintsugı bowl
a bed of escapes waıts for ı lıke a shattered cat times pıtcher pours me lıke a regret and its dawn somewhere but never here take sylphısh dısconsolate nıght ı into customs of dısgrace and caterpillars come like sılver centuries
