This ugliness rhymes with gave, physically speaking. Advertising 30 seconds of free sex, I shit
And sell off the trans fat. Where are these vices deduced from? I think I'm gonna peak, come on, you Gotta irrigate the fiends, raise The dikes and what remains will tax My rabbit skin and steep tasty stews While inventoried. It's like the way I make your eyes stalk multiplexes. And as fish grow in the pond We'll eat their buns too.
TRY IT DIET
Minds and mental things don't exist. Only physical things exist and it doesn't matter. Immediate knowledge is a truth. It follows in harmony with the victorious stun. Once we come near contact we are gone. Death purifies the fleeting pleasures of the world. In blotches I am teased, the fruit Goes bad and sticks to my fly. Teens quickly dispose of my baby, a sacrifice To keep motion orderly. I name this bastard art. My nature includes everything except for souls. The ground of existence is the self becoming. A wound full of mirrors and running water. The mind includes everything except its nature. Only mental things dismiss the harmonious
Pleasures of the world. Death comes immediately and hardly matters.
DON'T KNOW MIND
Shadows of other planets Hunt for worlds like mine. The sky gets ahead of me no differently Than what the stars say.
I gun myself down to feel my insides work, or Maybe to prove what's temporary In the ridicule That takes its pants off and chews.
I will suffer on this tray. I will suffer through life's stay. I will suffer as if I'm a gay Dressed up like some moldy paint thinner huffer.
Shadows wander without panic, hunting For hopes and cares to buffer. When I say "stars" my pants come off, Lacking awareness of any project.
Give up on reality. Experience the spaces outside of the tug. Give up on experience. Reality is limited by the spaces beyond the jug. I do not want what I think The same As what I think I want. I'm devoted to God but without My soul, God is without life. I give into carnality, my Logic likened to venereal bling.
Whatever has smoke necessarily has fire. Matter reprehends every idea in the world. The hill it smokes, thus the hill Has hills. These words cannot acquire Their meaning through convention. Many identities harbor how the I is born. There may be more than one possession in my body. Denying this world speeds release. I'm suddenly illuminated once I wipe it.
I want to bang your dark drum. I’ll give kits another ringing hit. A cloudy bay in cuffs, unleashed by The evil of my solitude Beckoning its spastic bloom.
I’m beaten through the violence. I give myself another reasonable hit. My agony becomes valued once It reaches a soul reversed By your blissful commotion.
I hope I can be the hate in you. I’m exaggerating the reproductions we rank. A pale gray or light Yellow devil. Strange mountains of violet slime.
CLICK, SWIPE, WIN, DIE
A heavy smoker with a broken ticker Cradles his corpse online. Automatically attracted, the battlefields roast up Hippos and gorillas. Withholding death, only the ground occupies. Numbness changes little.
Ice drifts step back from The trains falling asleep, farting. Twenty more wombs to go, so Repeat my characters, my clams And kings.
Their meat sticks sprout, and I’m moving And feeling weird, like a neck Purchasing a toad, like The batteries Buzzing in a wolf.
My image is how I think. This image is yours to click. I’m out collecting firewood for guns I cannot swipe. There’s dairy flashed under doors High in the air, winning.
Egg stain, the decoded Crucifixion becomes Her peach A few weeks late.
Curled flame, mystical Muscles frequently choose Golden words In heaven and in turds.
I long for the center Of water’s sister. Both now and never, I’m Nothing near.