| Trust in your happenstance or hourly wage. Be good. my pork rind gristles and heart valves lamented see all heat source as intrusive see all movies as extensions of our hands and if you touch poetry with the gums of your love if you touch skylines with your epitaphs if you wade a mile in another blues it all breaks head first before the sentient of collapse its ok.. we'll find you/ we'll finish you off you'll leave this world in unrecognisable state and love is the word that rivers claim to bawl a throat through/ haul a note through there is nothing there is something now discard and never reanimate when it all feels done love is the fur on our whore as lips, our whore as duty our fire as thumbs and language our kettle nerves as routine and return now regard and never disseminate when it all feels calm... scatter. be available for the call. never act like theres more to see. purify. utter. never believe theres hierarchy in the matters of heart and hollow lip-sync. if you mouth it they will orgasm all over your quills, though how the fuck we gonna write in the damps of industry..? the hovels of heresy..? the concubine of keys..? eyes make instants repairable vaccinations tell us and you own us believe us and we're salt but keep that embryo unfulfilled keep that love song in a winter of plastic |