Letter Development

It's good to feel good

So maybe I'll stop hacking up neon-flem.

Naval trauma above sacred thighs the virgin was no more

Hire a siren to sing god bless america as a nation sinks on the cued date

You can purchase a fake ascension through endless interest rates

Psilocybin mushrooms flood the gates of mechanical rust

A stranger rides the volts between cataclysms and lust.

God damn the abstract for causing metaphysical confusion

God damn the self proclaimed gods who charge a talisman for solution

She’s got bruises on her ribs but she don’t mind it’s old news

He’s got worries, thinks he’s an artist and his medium is a red bruise.

She has no identity, stripped away through the magazine

He has no personality, traded for anger coming from a black screen

He was sent a summons, he was summoned through bad taste

The gift of life was tangled, thrown away and sent to waste.

Sound will manifest

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There’s an energy imbalance stripped away from public stance

Through distraction of the trust through the dead man’s dance

A soul is stripped away from the incarnation of the birth

As a birth certificate and number is traded for any worth

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There’s a sigil with a name from a soul that was slain

From a body that’s removed through the life that starts to rain

The fabric of the web is consent

The static of the stage relevant.

The mental minds gone schizophrenic

Through hectic eons of black static

Dark matter moving at the speed of light

Smashing barriers

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Ejaculates all the stars until they burn out or birth new currents

Current seas wipe currencies from floods of the vesica pisces

Naval trauma above sacred thighs the virgin was no more

Gods were bred to egos and goddesses convinced they’re whores.

Stars may shatter but there is no known loss

Just recreation, lands of no nation

Forever spacious exploration through space as the bodies shrink

Or maybe land enlarges forever, though time exaggerates.

Bacteria crawls through segments so small that each drop could be an eon

The dragon sleeps through docile nights though knights fear the fiery breathing

There’s something to say about the anatomy of the unknown

The autonomy of the endless, the rejection of the thrown.

Pull cards blindlessly through vision comes split trails

With visage pushing hatefully as serpents bite their tails

The more pressure pushed beneath causes a greater force

Recycled endlessly through systematic source

04/13/2010