THROWN WORLDS

Mat(t)er: meet-meat-meant-met(a)-

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murde(ring) under grim(e)
       [mirage / merge]

SWORD/WORDS “LORD” (WORTH)
 WORM WORN

           [WR&NG]

 REPEATING HISTORY

REGULAR [ ] HAUNTED

      X HEAVING X

REPEATING HIS SINGULAR SURFACE

BY THE HEAVY ROLL OF ENCHANTED ANUS

I am alive today without saying a word
this being done, our clothes proceeded
to dread time excessively

“Matter!” the dog stammered, he had
drunk himself, decayed adventure

I whistled boldly by light of suggestion
having crustily taken the liquors of narrative
thumping into a nautical doze

Suddenly words filled me, determined to steer
the breeze of minutes into sober marble

“For God’s sake!” the gale of mouth possessed me
livid lips assumed the mainsail
southwest moon perceived the night

no sooner himself toward maddest christening
thumping reasonable thing upon old frolic

I was so ashamed something violently shook
before any casting
“What ails you?” I now asked a dog

“Matter!” he answered

*common facets objecting*

(diamonds of examination)

)to addict with tangible doom(
)obscuring by aiming at things(
)with offensive devotion(

)possessed jointly by utterance(
)perceived between extreme sense(
)the intersection of crossed hairs(

(severed ills of relation)

*divine Hate uncreating*

HOME TO NO POET / (ORB OF DATA)

The heat was needed for merge-grease
the broad signal belonged to my meat,
sin still remained half-glass and thousands died
refueling the sweet differences of driven memory,
    stiff irons
    sour analogue froth

Placing the old territory just above reach
of man’s invisible bees, children traversed
the source-field, shaped the upper wards
house, door, box
we long for cover, envoy

and back-waters ferment, feeding from math moans
    in rations
        (dents in the gradiant note)

time to cut the hose of possibility
which snows differences of diced soul
pasting nodes of holy sand

to pealed rot, not yet old
the sun slid free of the world

distant tea of Roman sex

DEMON REEF CODEX

thus arranged:

The Tumbl(r)ed Extremity
(of the “natural world”)

  a) constant: 1.”personages” 2. “shadows” 3. “retreat”
  b) present:  1. (a) 2. concentrated madness

A Thousand Glazed Veins

Roped around:

  a) Atmospheres: 1. thought 2. throats 3. corridors
  b) paralyzed: 1. moments 2. laughter 3. limbs


Feirce Wind:

  a) pervading: 1. “hands” 2. “veins” 3. senseless masts
  b) betraying: 1. (a) 2. “plumes” 3. “fumes”


Influence:

  a) congealing: 1. “seas” 2. “thought” 3. (fumes/plumes)
  b) leaving: 1. “daybreak” 2. “canvas” 3. “corridors”
  c) evaporated: 1. “my eyes” 2. “pale wine” 3. “land/limb”

(c.1, c.2, & c.3 all “stood erect”)

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auto price finder
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approach spanish
horizon gold card
*oil change*
matrix direct lifehair care
CLAIM YOUR SANDWICH

watches & accessories

CLAIM YOUR SANDWICH

[Univervisty of Phoenix]
ultrasound Exuifax
*spy cameras*
OurTime
MILLIONAIRE DATES

Cell phones
canadian pharmacy

COBRA solution

marry me sugar daddy
American laser skin
coffee lovers
Law Enforcement degrees
*dinner on us*

dialoghost:

Spit poetry i feel like I’m taking pleasure in dying
 and i hurt myself through my stomach terroitory to alert me of my hungers.

You can be named the is not   (or rather supreior to)
which is illusory, as is the shit.

I love being skinny i can flex my fingers and see everything as machines and it somehow makes me more compassionate.

I can flex my fingers and see all the monsters have been cooked
The universe as a single noise, no critters…

Everything is a holy place and I can only go there alone.
Sometimes I feel like a secret agent removing all his hidden gadgets.

It places one in position against the I am baptized, its chow time *further horrible noises*
eavesdrops on all of my hungers

Beastly fiction cooked rare with a payphone-call, and if I am a key forever rolling into parts,Think of how many people may be peoplesmiths.

The word between has since increased in significance..thresholds of transformation.

You are literally remotely caressing your partner with physical sound code.

Real-ize your nothingness / being is a holy place and I can only go there.

Think of how many actual licks does it take to reach the center of a laugh.

I am in no way in complete.

endure flesh prevented
pounded from something exquisite
represented (the eight sparks)—

imagine, doubt