sorry bunny

sorry bunny

Monday, March 7, 2011

an adulterated notice: the neural pathways forming around the cerebral cortex have found-ed pressure from the form of four- lobes that whore around the titles as time cube and other four-part systems do, indeed travel quarterly.

broken on becoming:
in finding the fortune of human lines
our flaws we create disease out of, the boundary for health is your only control
where your body falls and forms and from where
but silly embarrassment and idle motors running
the drip of oil from your face, one more bottle of Nur's skin-so-soft Replicate
replicate unbraid fold over
d to the a to the d
Dad!
d to the a to the d to the a
Dada!
my dad, your dada.
my dad, bad ass dad
jungle dad

The dimension of your illness are imagination themself
can or cant you trick your own mind, out of this self-constructed game?
to foil the foundation of the tower that you are, to deconstruct with tools of the construct
would be to know more than you know
would be to remember
how you originally thought of 1 2 3
when lines were connected to make planes
how did you fly them then
when planes forged together and formed space
then when you remembered, time was created
and as you think back now, you are expanding time
a pocket
that will leave you as you were when you had entered
and in the end , will you remember it nothing more than just a dream with so many holes
it doesnt even seem real
well that dream is your body
and every hole feels ill
when blood is pouring out and cells become rank with forgetting just who they were submitting to, today
organs rot
molecules denatured
the cycle of energy and chaos, haven't been explained to the mitochondria
bags smooth and coarse wrapped warped time and space ELEVATED into pockets wherein a hand reaches out and grabs you from the darkness.
so many sorries and seance to speak to the dead
we fashion so many travels to lay median to our notions
a bridge a bed of dead roses, clover bed decomposes
to stretch out one hand from heart to body requires to redirect that hand from first reaching around the heart and strangling it to death
the lungs house the heart in a strange way
first the breath goes then the bite

we are very important personality compartments! sang she bloated throat from the top micro-phone- five times daily.
somehow opposes, the fading ego and filling void energy
who are we? said in multiple voices
who we you? floats and shimmers faeries that ring in side of ears
orbs with horns that mover you.
maximum surface area ensures maximum cell respiration
im a technical wizard specializing in the cycle sickle lick a little sick-lycle like a little sick in yur lick a lyrical stick
breath and air is our foundation
the stick is only masturbation
disturb nation
fucking the shit out of ourselves
if your girlfriend understands you, praise the lord, even if she rubs one off so many times a day that her foreskin is soaring
in flakes, all over, her bedroom
i close my eyes and see them all falling on the ground like autumn leaves
and a chill passes behind me, the window left open.

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