smxld insenze ricardo
riotchild wyrds fomb
Whyfore confounded produce? Inimic township threade on the downington accoste. Wherein the loose goo prounds.
The pangs of a modernist sow. A gallowmen’s hark hallowed.
And when I was ten he came to me. threading sharp disparaging cloaves and rank chaw. A sharp thundery brown. Slimy lips, an eye-whore.
Ravageous whore eyes. From a backwards bicycle friendship. Dark sallow man’s inverse. A quantical commercial.
yet shifty knives.
The image is carving: Scraped knee innocence, you see? Robot M escalier.
a sloppy lead-in, climbing cues, here are the fetters. Here is the steel.
Here is maturation and contemplation in lens of a goen. The beamry gasps like escalier sap. A galling trollop, and gurgled stomach. real emotion is discomfort. truth is uneasy.
[A savory loan. Buy-me-some-time Bronson, stark narkry. A-Folk. ‘nother run in the jambone? What…]
sosi put on ma Q-hat. P coroner, joseph’s cluck mcgut. A flitting memry past. jealously flaps ‘till dad. I’ve not called.
Q-hat in the blue-eyed robodance. It’s all the same to me, maybe because I know.
…
Viv the creatrix, blackblonde domineer. Seer on the xreamdate, print of the undercrowned moonbeam. Aflashy palsy bluewhite? ‘tis a dance in more ways than one.
Oh lonesome. I took pox with a friend. I darnkt poxy lass and smarmy Jim. I lonesome’d across an unseen lake, glimmered with the xream-moon. I shallowly sank wordsworth. I broke the ice.
A dabber in Ginsum? An eclectic ‘Ay!’ Green claws and castraction xomplexes. Anna or Lauren. Or a rowdy texter’s bequiescence
Drumbs.
A tickled pink Nancy sits highly. I dareth not sully. Add6 quartal.
Badness vibrato, puzzlin fuckers. On a triumbulate Kane. Wherein the daramh slain. Wherein the kamikaze dance.
(2013)
