A stream of consciousness piece. Supposed to be telling of your state of mind. Was not recent, btw....

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the wives make me horrified in a big dart green overstuffed teddy-boy and electric cars being the result of several little species of experimental monkey grades and phoned it to the moon space of the ears through the space of the cretan cetaceous and bloody nose speaking english for you guys and special results well corrected through series of hypotheses not resulting in a tepid reaction hello to the space-boy and tangled up in blizzards of the snow records a couple of pleasure units reunited with the step in razor lines thematically linked with some other being that i cannot hope to compete with a superior intellect wonderful youth and aged trough piggies and reckless angels reenacting a private war internally cranial fluids dripping through the instamatic and breathing a certain level of hydro-carbonic flagellating oxygenated and sulphuric benzoate terrifying notes music that twists the fragile mind around the levels of hurt and engenders a little piece of wonderful masturbatory torture becoming levels plates shifting and cubes manoeuvering a little danse macabre revolting crushed energies pulped thoughts revival of physical meandering trickling voices talking in languages that have no sound leaves from the ram roots in the subway sex in the underground between and off the rails behind and underneath clouds or grit and blood crystalising on form off liberation the horrifying clutch of cash and remunerating by distillation big in the front of beacons a little light distraction from the inevitable fall the inevitable lesions the inevitable destruction of the one and being like the bang and the bong results in a closure of health strong body strong in mind strong in beast and animal hedge bleed bleed bleed bleed bleed and rejoice letting holes appear where the pins originate from your own piss and can’t fall between the gaps in the epidermis skin raped by light and musky bent belief con-sister reef coral organism orgasm organ orchestra front line opera beesting berating did not keep happy did not become organic lift shafts living with one’s own enemy exile in the mirror refugees in cedar in solomon decree percolate an idea to half a pendulum swinging with a strange fruit popular tree bungee leaping into holes and fingers in your eyes tongue in your ass scratching your thighs and ripping your tights with hair not bruised and plucked and ripped from the roots blades and needles sharp and shape in aspic roman oblivion incredulous out aloud from the beginning of a new way of thinking where anything can be advice anything is a vice in a vise and vice versa crippling thought and stunting growth like bonsai mind writing automatic on a typewriter where pen and pencil never touches paper never leaves a mark and intangible program means always loss when electric failure brings shutdown of tubes with suspicion of terrorists in the bushes and under the beds running scared and sacred in the park believed to miss the sanctity of life running towards a dreamed for revolt against breath touching hearts with unknown missives towards the unthought-of love never disappears with a cut off like the end of something beautiful i live me i love you i love you and you love me and that is always going to be a mystery hell something had to rhyme and make sense or who would read this crap only i would if i wanted to one lost afternoon i think that my fingers smell of you and they do and i want to have you here and i want to fuck you again and again and i am talking myself into a frenzy and i sit and wait like a mushroom for a bizarre intrusion that will let me understand something i wasn’t looking for in the first place all work and no play can only give me no play no play no play soon play and more work than ever do not leave this house that many years built i need to live and forget the battalions that consistently tease my conscience and remove my confidence and content to confellate conmen unconditionally coming towards some kind of a conflagration sounding like a fucking dictionary or a thesaurus unselfconsciously and ridiculously believing a title plastic identity crisis paper saving devices that fill a thousand rooms and a gigabyte hell land because of you my heart’s in two because the sandpaper inside the skull removes more than a layer of the raw and leaves a synonym and i don’t really know what that means at least not define it until i really need to and not thinking in english just feeling a keyboard and suggestions of leaders and minty flaps forward to music that i never did see and pictures unheard heralding something pathetic and eclectic electric too many use one word many too many times too free hours become minutes and this is an hour am i restless and am i full of tea and my flates darting perusing pretentious english student no work no care no fluke no flair when lechery becomes more important than flagellation and blackmail a substitute for amyl but no ecstasy making brain more astute and concentration being a little more sharper a little more rasp hold grip hairs and crawling walls spiderman always wanted batman always noticed dark and mystery lurks in the corners of a chasm attitude to abyssitude bring on the staring with a thematic reference to dante to nietszche and to shirk-a-garde dutch inventing american strangulation big brother stomping on little brother my friends little people my friends becoming like the others why is the end of the affair sometimes the most pleasurable time there is no unconditional and there are always lies and they come from the closest and they come to the closest don’t tell the truth tell the what they want to hear always bring a shower and leave with the free soap in love bring a shotgun and leave with a bullet for your gun firing close to the bone sometimes truth hurts the teller more than the receiver bring it on bring a chrome barrel spend it well inside thighs lick