duck it sown
suck it down you slurping lover of a consumer you devourer of a rumour you mediated tumour neither millennial or boomer like what the fuck does any of that mean? i am having a dream about a primal scream and it says…
Keep It Regular
suck it down you slurping lover of a consumer you devourer of a rumour you mediated tumour neither millennial or boomer like what the fuck does any of that mean? i am having a dream about a primal scream and it says…
old cancers aren’t my story i am putting them away i have to heal even if that’s not real for you what do you expect me to do? sorry, but i won’t die too i have been packing away these mistakes and…
it’s a map full of traps cheats to game the system a systematic game sometimes you can list them they’ve always been the same the prison of class the half full glass the know it all the biblical fall all the things…
hatred is the speech deflated is the reach negated is the teach on the platform talking the melt a thaw brings the lesson as laws sting you the disenfranchised you the disappointed you the badly aprised you the half-arsed anointed you’d have…
finding those who have disavowed hate turned away the plate and happily said they’d rather not be fed than led down the garden path in the direction of wrath we see those and their unwelcoming pose and the soured grapes distilled into…
the things you watch distracted dreams in lazy chains what remains when you boil it for a year? just the salt of tears no more handkerchieves fire in an oil drum kick it for a tone like a jamaican dream we want…
the tongue unfurls a stone in the stream around which swirls the currents of dream that carry the head further than we tread in the waking world in the daedal whorl curled waiting for an icarus moment to lift up into momentum…
electric acreage fused the dashboard shutters nuclear runoff in the gutters the geiger counter mutters this is an electromagnetic pulse all the faces revealed as false not all of this is 3D chess more like entropy more or less a universal slop…
a rhythm builds keith haring robots that sing basquiats into the paint who reproduce on a warhol bridge kept cool in a duchamp fridge not to be flushed the streets come alive pushing a pollock tide with dali melt inside a kandinsky…
to drop acid on a conversation to burn it to the ground i do not like the sound of this hate inside a labyrinth central figure on a plinth hat and badge and bullshit flag loop a chain around and drag drop…