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Razor-thin derision
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The soul's departure from the body is prearranged; a token of gratitude
for hosting the rabble, ruse and giving toasts to the crass, amused The rotary bladder screws were supposed to be fastened, tuned to an engine-metal cast in a steel cased projection Bless these rental caps from the free-baser dentist Meet the portrait of Dr. Cenotaph, and his real grave expression Heel raising tension - if you feel shaken, lessen the locomotion of death: the wheels made the flesh grim An evening with Voltaire, the more absinthe, the easier I fared The 'stand up for yourself' concerto - my tailbone beat me to the stairs and shuffled all the way to a mausoleum in need of serious repairs Don't be needlessly embarrassed, since an outstretched psalm can go out on a grotesque limb & reach toward the cloud drenched fog Anima mundi masks contrast with the greenest meadows mending the heartstrings of Dali clocks and bleeding cellos The physical's an instrument - the stimulus is the will to question Bombastic plague lands turned to monastic playgrounds; acrylic dust bins Adults would rather avoid the smiling cadaver while the children bump him but actually being closer to the essence, does he feel what love is? Villains rush in with antidotes and thrills of sustenance A pianist's nimble fingers weren't built to hunt with Kidney transplant costlier than the final bill for Sputnik As a result, every astronaut's a dead man who's feeling gutless Sketch up the Kierkegaard flight manuals, set aside deposit slips Genocide is bottomless, exorcise what knowledge is Chills up your proverbial spine from the Seven Tribes of Novelists Tuskegee airmen took a wrench to my sarcophagus and pulled out a number of diseases that petrified biologists I identified my targets as viceroy relics, slain or shot Briefcase in ghastly hand, I took a one way train ride to psychedelic Shangri La and snail-mailed Zyklons to every trite Tibetan banker bloc The soul can't take leave from the body when the destination's uncertain Life's a science project - a teenage assimilation of versions of events A falsely estimated assertion that may differ in each country - it's no wonder the skeleton of our generation speaks bluntly Last edited by Vulgar; 05-15-2014 at 11:51 PM. |
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