In the Bums water

''Unhinge! cut the wind! shoot out the sun! and blind thee no matter the sharply focus''.
the apothiosis of saint Lulu
71213c to burn

Mystic earth

In the distance the hippies in psychedelic knits mystic earth leatherpants and SS deathhead caps charge the Mods in brain pipes screwed down hairdos and tied on sauauges under their gear and over their groins;organ bone flowers and swastikas flying off their skin and bones and organs as the bunch smash out into the primary color effluent and with the evidence of beautiful thought 52 wild seconds in it,,, tiny nudes flittering about smash into the gore and hovering flys and fairies flittering and smashing about all into thier own kind of gore and splatter, there Begat the Sun O Mono.


Post note: The egg from a shattered she hippie lifted and landed for ten days of daydream God shaped with all the gory details.
Injected consious 12th Bum : ''Let thy'n eyes see the poem''.
510510c to burn

In The Bums water

The Halfman in blasphemous number and screwy spit up gas from the head of humanoid with hanging on poets and gores and three others in trapazoids of further gore and confraction blow on the wind peering down towards the emolliant, earthlike.

Ten Bums gathered around near the ruins and around an 11th and 12th Bum,The 11th bum swallowed the 12th bum whole and slow and quietly so; nearby on the remote path of forgotten road the dullard crossed with bone and more bone and the goo and gilt intricate in a ray of light upon its gigantism hovered , levitated by the force from which time out of place dropped its melody out onto the synopassage. the hum and vibration of it began to hum and vibrate.The Bum swallowing continued, Bum swallowing.

VXII c

the 10 hour daydream- 10th letter

Near to dear to dearest sir

Among the demi wolves and beef lungs thru the stuff and nonsense in swiss and ghost braking earths entombed onto the setting sun and glow where the darkness casts its gore and physic. Down the way the likeness pulled toward and popped off,  the AstroChrist a broken car horn for the brain in the slip and stillness with full skeleton from the damnation bent, the squeeking  broke for a thought sent down in undulated bone its ribs tickled by the gambits and bugs, below all form and forms ending in another likeness. Truckin, the animated body parts scramble in the lightenings flash and skulls unglued unnoticed from the heart and their gray bodies. Whats left? bug killing Christ shine.

nearly touched , busted, and blow holes, all about that softer skull let loose

Yours in the horror of the shade

letter from a blind tree

Dearly upon the wanderer strangler foreigner pilgrim crusader

Near its sea and mist Zombie scrambling corpses for the piss hole, inside soul outside the thinned in levitated light, the theme was the Word, supersonic skeleton flew through the air its chemical and light on the catching  element adjusting the slight and grim in the dreamers flesh there upon the mind replaced and recoated for what was thereof in the ghost form about the hangabouts in bird weight with the jargon of what was left in the stool as the forgotten of a forgotten .

Always;

in the middle of nowhere

Our leafhead hits the earth- day letter

At fun in the glory bestowed I stand with homeless words spoken to the shurbs sir;

The likeness the apeness and beasts with sir names from blond bums scraggling their hair and so on with their ass glober onward to the burst and mythical wonder cutting out the neither region, stop! the tonage increased by the reflect and tantric to a beautiful day built for death all developed by the end, kept one copy for the self.

foundly;

on the wrongside afterlifting

Joes of London Burritos an unumbered letter

Insufferable to the nearest and dearest

Let loose running homeless skeletons and the bloods disorder; sent in to crash, send in the ash cans and the strange face sent in by the strange fish. Mutator and psychohump bending bums and the nature in their pocket;  the stink gone to the head, here the dream version, God approved, the rest wobbled near the skulls goo with the morning flowers and dew.
On a temple of a thousand wolfs with a temple of a thousand worlds

yours; eater of brokenmeat to it,`
always