[Vulgar]

If this were open mic night and I was sitting in the stands, I would throw two things at you: 1. Props for this beastification. 2. I'd throw a book or a large object at you for making this so long. My attention span wasn't on par enough to read the language at the pace this deserved.

Aside from a few 'a's used instead of 'an's - maybe intended, you created a verbally and visually stimulating burrow for voices that often get lost in the periphery. So, in a way, it rang as an eloquent rant, backed by a constant barrage of interestingly worded lines. I would like to read more of these if you have a series. I also know of a poetry blog that would post this exact prototype - they don't care about length or uniformity. Those two guidelines encompass the individuality of letting the spout run, and watching the kiwi colored water dance on the glass sink (syncronicity)

I'll quote what I saw and thought about:

So-so I write just for the sake of nodding my head with a yo-yo weight. Fashion, dancing, autumn leaves bring the crisp lacerations with NA-NA orgasms. No, no ! Yes. Yes ?

Free writing while seen sighting. Slight of hand flee fighting is believing. Exciting Led Zeppelin inspired sitting
^This part was bananas and I dug the vibes.

Look in to everyones essence earnestly. Take attendance. Notice the appendage. Bandage the offended. Rear-ended, suspended. Constant outer strangle hold upended. The few feed off the have nothings. Half stuffing your face, lying. Gold mining. Billions silvering their linings.
^Mm.

To tell the difference between: First remain unseen with steady breath and hope. Then listen to the cracks in the wall with a stethoscope.
^I really liked this segment.

I'm abusing spending limits of those clueless few who suspend suspension in relationship to unicorns in unison.
^The mention of unicorns nearly made me facepalm. Sorry.

Too fixated on photo finishes. Soon out-fielded with photon particles Irish-blue in blemishes.
^Opaque.

Remember the intelligent hare and the dubious turtle. Relevant pair and the obvious curdle. Of blood. The octave notation sounds a conclave staff blunting perfect pitch. Convex snitch stone. Octagon victory prone.
^Impressive wordplay migration.

I'm not up to the task of properly interpreting the meaning of this tonight if there is more to the data mold than an intriguing sequence of hunches and cognitive tonics. For your next edition, I'll be more than ready to read with a set of silverware within my reach. Thanks for the read, and keep doing you.