Archaic methods transfer through
well in the face of mass denial.
Turn on all the light and punch them out.
All
Picking crumbs from the beards of others,
futile organisms with
We are in this world not of it.
Spreading like
With just a flick of the opal banded finger
I
Flickering lies glazed cornea creating cerebral corpses.
A senseless data
Ripped out all the options,
busted broke still drunk on
Whine, whine, whine.
How can you afford to throw me
The Public wants what the public gets.
Lazarus himself wouldn’t
Lay waste torn as under weak and lost in the
How light could be our darkest hour?
None will be
Smothered under your affection,
solitude an acquisition,
symbiosis turned pa
Shorn of apocryphal pride,
the locks falls predicting strife.
Cranium
The Centipede multiplies and divides
And comes after you from