Unfiltered 02

Laying claim to the last bastion of the flame

I deal I kill I felt the spill as it rolled down the stairs and puddled into a grody little shit-faced sort of munchkin picking on deciduous and hallucinatory candor whispering meadows drunk down the blacktile black tie event for buttons and mindy sack shat shit fit flat scat double twat i heard a black gagging goggleface dog lying in mulch ditch for a great grand delusional amusement mansion atrophy wind whisper atrophy black twisted round whistle black black starry-eyed oceans starry-eyed lakes and placid splendor in dew-drop oblivion for falling in a mercenary way in screaming for depilatory creams and lost augurs in a devendra sort of hoity toity smashtop crashdown hardcastle flack cover samhain shovel willow wishy wasp as the chill nip tip tick and click crack the stack smokestack on track when the gaslights and oh how the gaslights and then when the gaslights go out out out and then there is no more

sweet sickly mold and mildew plastic prison in cages faces places raped plastic dreams dogma orthodox pointed stars ultra-crash final-burn deft and eldritch oxygen bunting serenading clothes cut from a filtered cloth through which the mites and moths shall not pass switch cut snip snip threadbare threadbard cut the swing Singer down tap tap tap clickity clickity dancing mandibles dancing drooling mandibles hissing pissing existing for no other fucking purpose or person fundament foolish foalish whelp and lather slime dream time climb around the high mountain gate agape and aglow with the ravishment of the bride of the one true theosophical living word of the holy tongue of the great grandest dream in the utmost pinnacle of the highest spire that towers above the loftiest universe in the crowing headpiece of the revered and reverent godhead looking down on all creation casting tears on all creation sitting way fucking high over all of creation and wondering watching waiting what it feels like to be beholden to ones own strings to be subject to ones own arbitrary laws to be abject horror and to feel abject horror and to realize and understand that the universe and the unbelieving unreal nonexistence are cleaving to one another like mad lovers in heat because the plaindog generals in the plaindog reality can’t stand their plaindog limitations and the fantastical beasts of the neverafter cannot live without the aching desire of the substance of something that actually fucking exists somewhere other than in a sketchbook or on a restroom wall

dreams made flesh and real and manifest true and transparent and ultimate veins to rein in the final curfew of the last line of heroin to the true heart of the almighty gazing and grazing upon the choicest of souls in that most mercenary black-wind whistling sort of way——-halloween and lollipops and milk dud musings while walking through the stores of lies and the tiles of lyes and the dyes of those within a dream, masking the dream with new dreams through which dreams may dream of other dreams and find comfort in something completely similar to themselves

coiled and constricting madness clings to all that crawl forth from the void and find the wholesome appeal of differentiation to at last be lacking in…. inn…… innnnnn……………………….. special appeal

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