the decay continues SEEN IN MOMENTS, STILL AND GRAY, OUR ENGINES CARRY ON. THE WORLD IS EMPTY LIKE A GIANT ARTERY GONE SILENT AT NIGHT. I BREAK THROUGH MY COLD-SORED LIPS TO HOWL MY LONESOME SONG.. HOWL IN LAUGHING BITTER NIGHT

  GREETINGS AND SALUTATIONS

PLEASE ALLOW THIS MESS TO LOAD
           PLEASE  / THANK YOU
LOST IN DREAM, WE STIR, WE WAKE...

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BURNING THE LIMBS

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THIS MOUTH IS MY HORIZON, THE JAGGED CLIFFS OF TEETH, OF TONSILS SWALLOWING THE SUNSET IN ITS HUNGER
i dreamed of a young oriental boy i loved, planes flying overhead, over the city, a procession, we were moving, hounded by pilots, like prisoners. the boy was like a medicine man, he spirited me away in a thin boat, under long docks,someplace wet
drained of blood, the centuries pass in just one moment
i tremble like a fountain.... i reach my hand into the water and grasp at nothing

THE HEAD ATTACKING THE INTERNAL ORGANS
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broken bones, fixed with just one touch ALL IS AS IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN
WITNESS KNIFE AND FORK TEAR APART THE MEAT, APART AND SLICED UPON THE PLATE PLAYING FAIR DOESNT COUNT, AND YOU FALL DOWN ALREADY, CRUMBLED TO BITS, THE MURDERED REMAINS, GAGGING ON BLOOD...

MAKE THE NIGHT BEAUTIFUL

THE MIRROR OF MY PURE MELANCHOLY

BURNING THE LIMBS

THE MIRROR OF MY PURE MELANCHOLY

MAKE THE NIGHT BEAUTIFUL

BURNING THE LIMBS

OH LABRATORY OF MEDIA ; FRACTAL FLESH, AND FIBER-OPTIC ARTERIES. OBSOLETE BODY AND NO BRAIN. THIS EXOSKELETON IS A PARASITE, AN ENEMY. MODULATED SOUNDS- PNEUMATIC SENSOR..               FUNCTION MANIPULATOR- WE ARE SIMPLY MEN.
red wine splashed up against the side of a rounded glass. every instance, every sip of water... the conversation of nothing matters most.  uplifted, the feeling passes and there are no dried leaves on this path. the trees would watch until i'd repeated myself and see...

OH LABRATORY OF MEDIA ; FRACTAL FLESH, AND FIBER-OPTIC ARTERIES. OBSOLETE BODY AND NO BRAIN. THIS EXOSKELETON IS A PARASITE, AN ENEMY. MODULATED SOUNDS- PNEUMATIC SENSOR..               FUNCTION MANIPULATOR- WE ARE SIMPLY MEN.
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......but in this green light i slip into the mirror and i am drawn in reflection

OH LABRATORY OF MEDIA ; FRACTAL FLESH, AND FIBER-OPTIC ARTERIES. OBSOLETE BODY AND NO BRAIN. THIS EXOSKELETON IS A PARASITE, AN ENEMY. MODULATED SOUNDS- PNEUMATIC SENSOR..               FUNCTION MANIPULATOR- WE ARE SIMPLY MEN.
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