it's a number that can't exist. density making

the escape velocity greater than the speed

of light, but when i died nobody believed me.

take the "missing" fliers down, burners, vanilla visas.

masculine wiles just a sitting duck.

 

so she's aspiring to preen in some monastic

alcove, slot canyons with capricious shadows.

post activation fees yielding laxadaisy,

but i don't do pickups. 

pickups are someone else's gig.

 

disembodied moans verbing over and over,

constantly, in her old saltbox cabin. 

picture how much inert air is in here with us.

 

the hurt bogies.

loyal to the soil, people of the path.

 

what if i just wanted to be wanted?

not leading to blood atonement?

my dead friends are doing long bids

in oceanic caldera detainment centers.

algal and crepuscular rays rip through

and effectuate pageantry. they keep all the

megamonsters down there, but the princess

there is me - never to reach credibility.

 

that’s very massive, that’s very early,
that’s a goddamn myth.

every housefly of the infernal adversary.

now Gwendolyn, would you care to make

an impact statement before sentencing?

nah? bet.