Made bruised geo-ambidextrous –
pandemonium inside a pedophile’s I.Q.
crescent panacea delta,
a hawk’s planet anatomy,
a syntax fever sharing sex,
Dissecting ripple hiss…
Somnolent souls –
insane girls’ enervate
the death umbilical cosmos.
we’re cocking chambers some,
Shatter saxicoline entelechy –
persiflage scatological serial priest.
The cavil forgers’ unquiet,
sacrilegious voodoo dithyramb,
a kid’s ecstasy, shadows the oneiric cachinnate.
Criminal, she degraded Christ bulimic –
the last drop of sperm,
the bibliophobes hate everything.
march towards exile fog.
A lycanthrope taunts you
it begs me to smirk twice.
unlock the cathexis antitype.
the nightmare children sing:
If you’re high on marijuana, clap your hands.
If you’re frying and your devils glowing, clap your hands.
If you’re paranoid and you know it,
and you really feel like dying,
if you’re burning all the crosses, clap your hands.
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