outer grace lace of the aforementioned afterbirth beforeburners kicking in the face of mirth and kings swinging pendulums to shave the stubble off the face of the earth around your mind float gaseous rings of time orbits morbid thoughts on surreyality coalesce with your anger and become the thing you heard when people gossip about you like trees jealous of your bending knees final cuts making timbre calls so the trunks rise and fall timbre of the living chopping block arsenal of dna aircraft carriers made of clay missiles enduring their fate as murderers and resenting existence launch themselves into spiraling freedom from the thumb that pushes the red button lotus with a corrolla of twenty three naked angels corroding into the earth spayed by arms of fire on an egotist aqueous creatures turning into japanese breakfast cereal commercials laugh at business men eating their own heart with wasabi and a timeless greed envy pollinates sour seeds like war fear of survival brings cell phone arguments to fruition without your hands you would become as one with god, unable to manipulate the matter that so cruelly adopted us into it's harem of dying art travel as if you are home and be not lazy in routine when comfortable eat the things that want you to eat them you like more whiskey? oh, you have a beer
