The priest & his smoke-pipe
convolvulaceae spiritual electronic,
Only not all terpsichorean swingers
mount to gills vacuuming atavistic pecks.
Frightened by psilocin
painted by alien hicks!
They ate Ms. Brown’s tits –
vulcanize of M-glory.
in torrid quid.
She stage besotted
tis the properties
of her witchery furl.
coagulate infinity’s beard.
I found the golden corpse
served illnesses and sacraments.
Rodents swarm through the zog.
chocolates itself among pride,
curve your periodical madcap.
Red mushrooms heighten my senses.
A serpent’s reason
Too much ploce
too much chicanery
Black oceans attack
your seating chart.
turns himself into an ant.
Fear-brightens, mountain crease
over this drunken thunder thigh,
bacteria finds solace with decay;
we are alone
out there in the distant loneliness,
we hear our voices
echoing the blue irritation glands.
Oh! Radicalist angles of the north
drink off my putrid vessels
for I hold the key to all cosmic truth.
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