Lithium powered shower of blazing sparks
in retina of slight degree and free vision
Mark on downgrade slow fade heartbeat...
Rise to the occasion or slide to its defeat
Repeat fractions that accost you, molested derelict gum-shoe/dumb waiter...
Free season gun shot master-baitor
Mercury glides through the fusion of planetary weezings, and it's a [bad word] affair.
Check the pulse, pulsating regiments below the thick sun glare.
Loose case corpse of rich rot-gut.
Well I was hot to trot and ready for action, any action.
distraction from the usual fair, but my flair never faltered,
And let me assure you in half-awareness, that I was a brother of low degree,
on my knees in semi-darkness of nightshade injustice.
Penetration forms the basis of unnatural reproduction, introduction to the underworld,
underbelly, topsy-turvy skeletal regime...
In this season of blindness I research the fields of braille laid out before me.
Bumps on skin forming masses/passes as in human form. [bad word]  ringworm-slant-farmer, the father of all disease.
An atmospheric dance with darkness, illuminated pulse of a star across the solar plane,
and phosphorescent love - take the space-shove and wind up lost in the milky way of
suppressed  and perversion. [bad word] shimmy through the aftermath of destitutional insanity.
And all the goats scape and the virgins are burned Joan-of-Arc style,
flames shooting high through the air and martyrdom intact.
But I do not intend to discourage you with these words of dime-store wisdom,
but if the shoe fits wear it, and by the looks of you, your're about a size 13,
which if the myths are to be believed is a telltale sign of further endowments,
if you get my drift-lock-word-ramblings...
Hateful thoughts burrow deep beneath hot-flash, withered flesh eating, maggot lust,
furlough to indifference and intolerant behaviour.
But darling, don't get me wrong, you are my savior.
Further research may not be necessary, awaiting [bad word] in this blackened death march game.
Teetering on the brink and drink hastily from the boiling cup of disillusionment, REPENT,
relentlessly searching for a cure to this vile addiction...
sickened by the sight of lost children (I, myself, included) roaming aimlessly through
the piles [bad word] hashish [bad word]  [bad word] state elation.
Road map to anywhere, somewhere...NOWHERE. Lines [bad word] and blend
with the attentiveness of a doting, mother [bad word] pig-slime-horror-show-slow-boat-billy...
Somewhere over the rainbow, colored slight of hand and crippled finger, ring her neck and
wretched body ground to pulp.
And I am neither here nor there, an unaware observer of life's [bad word] plate of manure,
matured and often squandered...
Burning image of infectious wild-dog-rampage, unlocked cages wither with desire,
a sure fire plot to over-ride the connection...
Spent mind in crawling bad luck/dumb [bad word] - pretension, an added dimension of Harker's smooth gin.
Where to begin? With an ending so close and nothing but cheap ramblings of pharmaceutical ignorance being regurgitated from my gaping [bad word] like the orange sunset of yesteryear.
Chalk-faced, [bad word] down my chin in forbidden corners of childhood horror.
Hide-and-go - life [bad word] perhaps worth living... And those were the days.
Allow me this much leverage, a bitter-sweet twisting of the [bad word] ..And those were the days.
Lithium powered shower of blazing sparks
in retina of slight degree and free vision
Mark on downgrade slow fade heartbeat...
And let me assure you that I was a brother of low degree
And those were the days