| say_hello_to_me | ||
| lip proton |
a documentary of miscasts was feeling sharp as fuzz until the impasse came through as a lip stealer. when it burns into a thousand screaming eyes medics will crawl from under the baseboards at odds but never stalling as they’ve decided that it’s better to sterilize everything rather than keep a few spots bolder. it gets a little caught up in its fundamentals which need to go find something else to blast away and it hasn’t been decided what ‘it’ is. it is that degradation that comes from steadiness it doesn’t look the other way when it has options. in come options from all the bracing. the black felt blanket strikes up a conversation with the cacophonous drone of the oil derricks austere in their midnight plunging. when he breaks out of his clothing there are already diamonds in the current that belt against her body. |
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