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
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