acrylic surface canvassing inside of my chest
framework force-fucked by impact like a bicycle wreck
nag champa incense, psycho, dyslexic, wives to dissect
lying in beds. white sheets stained with their myelin in shreds
lighting the cess, copa cabana, island events
nitrogen dipped white owls, high powered, hydrogen vents
^Lava lamp ether.
There were some inspiring slivers of Slovenian fluid to garner from it, and I had the sudden urge to watch female Russian nuclear phycisists undress in a seldomly lit chamber somewhere on the coast of Tasmania. Thanks for pennin' this, paradigm Pete.
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