THINGS WE FEAR
A gray machine gnaws the canyon with its spoon. A deer wears a human mask. Beach mechanized, sand replaced by gears. A hole in the earth, water inside, us inside, feeling unnamed. Secret underground technology. Factory hall, we float, windows smashed. Token whore, plastic smile. Tall bunker. Machine melting humans into scrap. Bin for bodies. Huge greedy metal cock. The Hollower. Parlor lit too well, corpses everywhere. Mental photosynthesis. Tunnel through the brain. Electric stream of information. Barred. Price. Second Anti‑Divine Superstructure. Humans compared to animals. Three pipes. Oceanic Occupation Conglomerate. Words: Want to talk? Pay. One word = $50. Words: Want to do everything? Be rich. Priced land. Income. Monoculture of unification. Mechanical pier‑place. The higher the building, the deeper it digs. Mind control, ban on creation. Mass uniformity. Plasma skin. Unexplored Earth — annihilation waits there. Metal statues at labor. Prophets of fear. We are different. Different means worse. Zero value. Primitive times. Mass beauty. Eternal old age — life so long it vomits boredom. (billions of times one paid act) Thought amplifiers. MMM.
TWELVE HOURS
Hour one: colored concrete devours gray. Hour two: new religion descends. Hour three: values mixed, paper worth more than blood. Hour four: thought dissolves. Hour five: whores fall from sky. Hour six: river of alcohol. Hour seven: Fourth Reich. Hour eight: all the same. Hour nine: I claw at the past. Hour ten: I lose shape. Hour eleven: I stretch. Hour twelve: I am poured into colored concrete.
I DARE
I dare to think, create, love, dream. Audacity of thought, audacity of creation, audacity of love, audacity of dream.
SPIRIT
We are happy. So fucking happy you let us live. Happy with drops when oceans wait. Happy with scraps you allow. Happy with fraction of brain. Happy blind. Spirits.
Thanks for dulled senses, spit ideologies, voting, scraps of youth and age. Thanks for cities we cannot leave, forests we cannot enter, land you sell, feelings simulated, meadows forbidden, clothes unaffordable. Thanks for machines, satellites, shallow love. Thanks for everything, spirits. We worship you. We sign off with respect, kisses, devotion, always yours.
STREETS OF LIGHT
Streets bite my ear, stroke my palate, move red, graceful. They feed me until day. At night I walk, by day I hide. They cannot see my face. Streets of shadow. No no no no no.
GLITTER
You want to be her dog. You want to lick glitter. You want to sniff perfume. You want to sleep at her feet. You want to eat her. Cannibal love. He‑she in the stomach. Shangri‑La. You want to lick glitter. You want to be her dog. Maybe yes, maybe no.
CELLAR WOMEN
Smooth skin, black hair, magma flows. No and fuck. You can’t because you don’t have to. Hold back. Today is the day of cellar women. Chance lost.
We push you into the well. No escape. Summon sisters. Black Magic. Orgy. Scream. They don’t care. They took us. Don’t fear, child, they’ll join you soon. Screams.
Oh yes. Have we lost our minds? We don’t know. We don’t possess. We don’t…
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