martes, 24 de diciembre de 2013

Gopher Guts/ Zero Dark Thirty

I have been completely unable to maintain any semblance of relationship on any level, I have been a bastard to the people who have actively attempted to deliver me from peril, I have been acutely undeserving of the ear that listen up and lip that kiss me on the temple, I have been accustomed to a stubborn disposition that admits it wish it's history disassembled, I have been a hypocrite in sermonizing tolerance while skimming for a ministry to pretzel, I have been unfairly resentful of those I wish had acted differently when the bidding was essential, I have been a terrible communicator prone to isolation over sympathy for devils, I have been my own worst enemy since the very genesis of rebels. Today, I pulled 3 ghost crabs out of rock and sand, where the low tide showcased a promised land, I told 'em you will grow to be something dynamic and impressive, you are patient, you are gallant, you are festive, then I let 'em go. Oh.






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(check his own) Breakneck pulse over colors in a drain that emote sugar skulls in the rain, flower-eyes melting, guided by a levy made of bath tiles tilting, quarter up and headed for the kill screen, no corner cut, no build team, only a particularly menacing, angle perpendicular to everything, boys room cherry bomb, boy/goon very much runnin’ with the devil in the mellotron, hello, here’s where a tale of caution, pounds coffin nails to bootlegs of Hawkwind, saw tooth, nevermind straw to gold, spin hearts on sleeves into heads on poles, arm in the maw, fish out pith like a business card from a jar at the mall, A-alike androids dreaming of carbon applause get stuffed with cartoon cigars, cold pack, neti-pot, home to roost, around folk backed into what they most lampoon, shook to the fevered brow and broke ankles, daisy, declawed pound, no thank you, fade me, failed all basic training but I spent a couple groundhogs days with a changeling, silouhette the god last cigarette, anything less would be re-god-damn-diculous.



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