merging in the ambiguous formless
a staging area
we is a term for passengers
faithful departure, cattle cars
this non locality is a host
those visitors are vectors
a holiday in the realm of hungry ghosts
watch them roam behind glass
the standards of the herd differ from the pact of the pack
The stent
tied into the network
a prison kite trapped in your dying tree
the night-side is where you will find the real me
Not among the ideal delicacies of the inferiority complex control
here, nested and dormant in that dope collapsed ditch
that hidden serpent lying in the filth
that sacred excrement paste sealing your fate behind that fraudulent death mask
No soliciting.
Don't try to peddle those chocolate dipped isms
Don't offer those compound interest plans of immortality credits
your carrion courier can save those advertisements of non-import
those limited time shares of rectal export
This time is already on a lease
this tenant owes the Lord of Land
the cohabitant insects govern a swarm of stinging stingy sentinels
a herpetic lesion spilling jism and djinn
into a earthen chalice of living information
She begat the scat, fertile night soil
He skull fucked that bitch with his shit flavor sun beam
now a child controls this anal territory
maturation of an apocalyptic orgasm
salt the earth
burn out the sun
turn the oceans to water
the time of judgement is not cumming
the flesh and heart is now
choose your own adventure
flip to your dog eared dogma
or write the unwritten
Shiofuki of the Goddess
suspends the animation of that blooming
blue lotus
giving the God-head
pigs rooting in red lunar blood
twenty three days of coitus
cephalic celestial lust
the hidden god of fuck
pearls spill on the breasts of swine
swallowing your universe
folding the innerverse
there is no subtraction nor addition
the infrared bondage of innate affliction
The spear of Christ is Set
lodged in ISIS rejoicing
a self dual pyramid
infectious identification with the id
storms gather around the citadel
three tribes of infidels
Let me leave through a hole in the head
penetrated pesh kabz through the neck
cinch the tie around a government
suited for indifference
weeping tears from hollow bodies
emaciated from the spiritual fast
I am a thorn in your backside
a white knuckled fist in your royal ass
ripping out your bowels
with a length of disinterest
quanta unit of probablity
particles reacting
in the suck of this black whole
an incoherent mess
stained on the fabric of of your reality
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