(no subject)
beneath the residue of film
beneath the chemicals
that the picture s-p-l-i-t
the ouija board had
s.p.e.l.l.e.d its name
in tiki torches set aflame
taking rations from the ballet box
cursing like [sweet tarts]
i^n^c^r^e^a^s^e the dosage
count back from 10
and it was written down
touching earth in a capital faunt
heat gums bleeding
fingers snapping
at the catacomb stabbings
taking rations from the ballet box
cursing like [sweet tarts]
adhesive she said
don't stick to me
inseminating motives of lukewarm persistence
let the theives in
through the f.r.o.n.t door
let them take what they've been missing
it's as if
someone raised the
price of [dying]
to maximum vend again
turn slowly for maximum vend...
Things turn bad in a matter of seconds. I've been driven to lunacy. Please forgive me. The past couple days haven't been too fun. Nothing to really do. Too much sitting. Too much thinking. ::sigh::