As/Is







8.26.2007


clubaffected 2

the underground level was flickering further god just as vague. . .joined the densely packed mass that stirred chessboard panic touching the organism. . .a constant blare of experience dressed severely. . .the air was ready to take a human. . .


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compare the ornate expensive dress. . .beg "fakeness" when rooms tickle open to injury. . .it was cybernetic sins. . .same way "teddy" pulled up the way things really are. . .a high anxiety folded neatly tucked into the death for an endless time. . .an invisible darkness crowned a distorted "teddy" without anybody. . .where a soul. . .poor "teddy". . .


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towards the morning "teddy" became truly annoyed seek the deceptive talking a noise coming from feels informed much. . .angels who zoom paid no attention to the private diaries. . .fire hostess offered consciousness and then possible score. . .barely just aware voice somewhere off. . .the chill deserted g-string mirrors datafilled will explode. . .the vital last patrons wither mute. . .the corridor had activities. . ."teddy" peeps his fingers past various private juices. . .four-oh-eight. . .


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while we were talking about scarlet's sacraments customer brought in the red-faced bird help the gospel along some. . .it had kremlin lung dancers carry the jiggy suburb in a back-door sneak while the prophylactic tent and porsche men had picked "teddy" up in this glowy skin. . .wanted him confess depersonalization and any information out of transparent stun. . .what nice stuff. . .


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the chief wanted me to compare the "fakeness" but i lied out of it pretending cybernetic sins. . .really just the way things was bothering me. . .a high anxiety. . .across the street increase the death like more alley. . .


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evening will find itself in me without eighteen-year-old monster. . .check her when is it. . .tuesday will be the longest someone else. . .rum tum tiddledy tum emotions. . .needs smoking yellow teeth portray the lost episodes to grasp bad. . .feel that one is comorbid. . .why i wonder. . .


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carry night one's reality. . .stripping glad new year beyond this. . .there's automation for the old hag with the movies. . .rise newspaper ads from my teeth flowers in pretty transit. . .ought i go to a dentist. . .why is that i workaday suburban memory. . .


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carry night one's reality. . .stripping 1987. . .went suffering unlaced some place beyond this. . .blaze manager of meaning of necessary. . .the clubaffected person stressing applicants. . .


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terrible photographs vertigo everything upside down. . .feeling lips open that drink with blood and tears. . .senses grasping for the beyond this. . .foxy's fully nude slaying everything within reach with poppies and punky pustules. . .terrified of empty gentleman monster that gnaws at her vitals. . .


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technique fade the desires. . .stays all divine music to "teddy's" ears. . ."teddy" sees in popular fatigue. . .scattered pages follow rapid business fragmented and smiling intrusions of dirty depersonalization feeling nonspace. . .liars thieves vandals daydream individuals spiral grandiose swollen muscles of their lyric desperation giving church eye movements. . .fragile pot dreams amplify life's frustrating power. . .


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find eighteen-year-old monster check her brooding stars. . .overhead the lights wheeled indicating emotions. . .needs smoking amniotic fluid like portray the lost episodes to grasp the urine that pours endlessly. . .


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"teddy" loves everything. . .comparable to milton. . ."teddy" begs fakeness when rooms tickle when "teddy" awoke with cybernetic sins on the pillow beside him just the way thinking things out is a high anxiety. . .


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"teddy" wants to make a detour truly annoyed seek the deceptive talking where one dies of feels informed much. . .angels who zoom and go crazy with loneliness circle the sad with private diaries. . .fire hostess offered joint with the times barely just aware of trees that do not talk. . .unique dances with lightning and coke musical positions of chic skirts to pee over the wanderwatchers. . .