Faint daylong in a featherdeath spinning my eyepennies, an untold dieselwarm
picture lingering on skinspit and cold durex. Feet hoarding harmonious
creektons across, the inquired heat to beef the flex in streaks, the gleaming
in which one shares shadows. The electric dames watch, freak, weep

the cool snares dry, my milk borage turns, scarshots glossed over harmvoices
blooming brakelight. Snap me wolfram as a bone in the street-throatsight cries,
steep white airthatched lines outside. Dyes of light begin to unwound.
Sheep move thru cut-ups. The bloodbob beads corridored rind lashes

wreaked, meatstreak bright as bedazzled marsh, and fish, with faint griefsores raized.
It is. I didn't clot the alabaster, the plumbing already long flat pangs and horizon
belittling hinges to want to gorepaint these backgrounds. Think pallid licespool,
ogre the foreground butchpussy by weight ground, middle of skystance

idling spaces, but something pipes as of newly and its distance-acquired bride. It tries
to ensure that semblance of a disinterested, half-realised not laying bush-strokes
leaked on -- perhaps sperm? Wiggle again unyieldingly cyst the third room night.