colombian necktie sky exploration… cold diamond skin crawl… black handle regalia… upstream poison fields… tucson rap promoters in flames… fingers in the driest mouths…
licking the screen, decimated… do that dawn chorus, that vaccination grave… boardroom anomaly… christ wept… prarie dogs at the throats of roaming priests… torch-lit quicksand baptism ceremony…
‘…i am shot with wounds which have eyes that see a world all sorrow, always to be, panoramic and unhealable, and mouths that hang unspeakable in the sky of blood…’
dead end horror of the centipede god… fumigating misery through the groaning valves… hounding the workforce into grim submission… willow, weep for me… honey-dip agony… billboard reads: ‘this will not end’.
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