Just Drive the Fucking Cab, Guy

Girl it used to know. Beginning from a place the eyes had once cleaned, sunlight blots white polymorphous and organisms appear as though television surfaces changing their memories. Dead afternoon imagination passes appearance over the darkly sensual architecture and reaches for its lazy photography; keeps the concept internally tumbling down memory lane washing machines.

"Girl I used to know," it says routinely, exhaustively.

Shaping the Human Animal

Kurt Alvarez, open the cubed carving, hinged, buying central death a door had been fashioned. Itself resembled a door, normal-size dimensional a hand piece opening, construction. His eyes imploded. They were alive in their shapelessness.

His nothingness eyesight accumulated matter, cast circular and reinvented upon formulae for a time now contextualized and ubiquitously misunderstood. Surface matter becomes inoculation with various Imploded Alvarez, whirled into a visual pool of neon transfusion.

Resurrected Alvarez #10-2673.

O.B. Jacket

Life static analysis and fear headline "tragic untimely" context mania-framed a cripple name Failure, Genetic: reflective empirical-bodily best synthetic. Numerically vague. Inward promises unfortunate behind another variable flesh now offering a discolored, pregnant slop to abstract nouns.

Reduction guessing small crosshair exaggerations misspelled. This time-belief unnecessary scrawled a conversation retracing five years, usually repugnant anti-selective appendage prophecy.

"You've just afforded a golden entrance," Cheaply Distributed.

Slanted cosmetic mutation perched listening mouth. Agriculture "Streets!" the city-living substitute, wandering. Not mentioning her name; asking mine twice. This confinement skin stimulus becomes eternity to imaginative faculties best operating in revision-minus sentencing decisions.

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