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Fresh Hell

GO FORTH, POOR CHILD & TELL THEM OF MY WICKEDNESS THERE IS A HORSE WAITING FOR YOU DOWN THAT TRAIL OLD & HOLDING A LANTERN

HE WILL BE WHISPERING SOMETHING TO THE THING IN THE CARRIAGE THAT STINKS OF SHIT & SILVER BUT YOUR MIND WILL BE SHARP! & ON THE LOOKOUT FOR FAE OF THE TRUE FOREST THEY WILL GET INSIDE YOUR HEAD & DISAPPEAR INTO THE SHADOWS, DEEP WHERE YOU WILL NEVER BE RID OF THEM LIKE GUT FAUNA FEASTING ON YOUR ENTRAILS FROM WITHIN MOCKING & WRITHING SO KEEP YOUR MIND SHARP! & THINK NOT OF THE CREATURE IN THE CARRIAGE THAT STINKS OF SHIT & PIG LIVER CHEWING UP ROACHES INTO A CUD THEN LETTING THEM LEACH INTO YOUR VERVESTREAM LUMINARIO

Nail the Ghost to the Coffin

SNIFF! SNIFF! COUGH! COUGH! TIME TO SHAKE THE MONKEY OFF THE MAN IS LOOKING ILL AGAIN SCRATCHING WITH HIS INKED PEN THINKING BACK TO WAY BACK WHEN WHEN ALL WAS SAID & DONE & (THOUGH WE HAD SUCH FUN!) THE MONKEY MAY HAVE WON
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the MOTHER of the MOTHER of TOBACCO is a SNAKE ------------------- SINCE BEING BROOMED FROM YOUR ROOM LIKE A CAT... I FOLD MYSELF INTO THIRDS & SLIP IN A SEAM IN BETWEEN THE WALLPAPER WHERE THAT THING! JUST SITS THERE! STARING AT ME LONELY OL’ CYCLOPS ALL ALONE ON AN ISLAND JUST OUT OF VIEW PAST WHERE THE EARTH CURVES PAST THE POST MODERN HORIZON I POINT MY SWORD TOWARD FOR THIS TYPEFACE IS MY TRUE FACE, SWEET LUMINATEOR

WHEN ALL IS SAID & DONE WE ARE HEADED TOWARD THE SUN AT A MILLION MILES AN HOURGLASS DIVIDED BY OUR TOTAL MASS A TRUANT PLANET SKIPPING CLASS PICKING FLOWERS JUST FOR YOU

YOU’VE GOT THE WARMTH OF A CRYPT COVERED IN A KIND OF SNOW WHITE HELL & IN CRIMSON FIRE THE TELEPHONE WIRE DANCES & BLASTING ELECTRICITY SERENDIPITY ON A PASSING SPIRIT EAR, HOOF & MOUTH FROM BEYOND THE GOSSAMER FILM TO THE ZERO SPOT TO DISSECT POLITICAL HAIRDOS ‘CAUSE I CAN TELL YOU ONE THING, YOU WON’T GET RATS LIKE THIS ANYWHERE ELSE & THAT'S A FACT!

Iron Ore Can Not Be Educated Into Gold

(or so they say)

EMBELLISHED EMBLEM OF THE ANTEBELLUM SOUTH WHERE THE SPIRITS STILL HOWL AT THEIR MOONKIN & THE RAIN FALLS IN A PLACE IT USUALLY DOESN’T OH, THAT’S NOTHIN’ BUT OLD FOLK MAGICK... BROUGHT OVER FROM THE OLD WORLD THOSE DEMONS HARDLY FOLLOWED US ACROSS ALL THAT OCEAN THE MOTION WOULD HAVE TURNED THEM BACK PLUS EVERYONE KNOWS THAT THE DEVIL LOST HIS SEA LEGS LONG AGO & THAT THE ENTITLED LITTLE PARSNIP THAT YOU ARE IS TO BE CHOPPED & MASHED FOR THANKSGIVING DINNER WHERE EVERY LITTLE DROP OF RAIN DESERVES A GLANCE FROM A CAT WHO DANCES TO THE TUNE OF HER OWN WINTER COAT REACHING ILLUMINATION AT THE NOHO STATION WHERE I JUMP IN A CAB TO THE ZOO

Your Karma is Leaking

BECAUSE WHAT IT REALLY COMES DOWN TO IS THAT YOU DON’T HAVE A PLAN & THAT SCARES THE SHIT OUT OF YOU WADING THROUGH THE CHEWY MEMBRANE OF THE COSMIC OWL EGG FRYING ON A PAN ON LOW BECAUSE IT’S ALL ABOUT THE SIMMER JUST A SIP OF EARLY WINTER WHERE BIRDS SWOOP DOWN & PICK OFF BROWN MICE AGAINST THE WHITE OF A GREAT EQUALIZING SNOWFALL SPURRED ON BY A CUTTING WIND A SCYTHING WHEEL OF SEX APPEAL TILLING UP THE EARTH EATING UP THE PAVEMENT AS IT SKIPS ALONG TO THE BEAT OF HIS OWN CUM OH, COME OFF IT, YOUR HIGHNESS SLICED INTO THIN STRIPS OF BAMBOO & TAKEN INTERNALLY FOR THE AMUSEMENT OF ALL HERE TO STEAL YOUR MOUNTAIN BIKE & POKE & TEASE THE GIRL YOU LIKE & MAKE A FOOL OF YOU, BUT YOU ARE THE LAST RESISTOR A LUMINARIO OF FLESH & MIND THE LAST GREAT HOPE IN THE DRAIN SPIRAL NEVER! GIVE IN TO THE SPIN

DULLUMINATION IS A XENOPHOBIC PHENOMENON BORN OUT OF EUROPHOBIA IMMIGRANT SCAPEGOATING & AN OVERCONSUMPTION OF TABLOID INDUCED EUROMYTHS & DISHONEST JOURNALISM WHEN SHE SMILED IT LOOKED LIKE AN EXPLODING PIG AGAINST A COWARDLY CANVAS WE DIDN'T SPEAK MUCH AFTER THAT I MEAN, WHAT COULD YOU SAY? WHO COULD YOU THREATEN WITH VIOLENCE THESE DAYS WHO WOULD REALLY RESPOND TO IT? NO ONE THAT'S WHO HE WHO STINKS OF BEER & FAGS RANK FILTHY FUCKS WHO WALK THE STREETS IN THE POURING LIGHT FALLING MOON I HAD BIG PLANS FOR THAT THOUGHT THERE THAT JUST VANISHED IT REALLY BROUGHT THE WHOLE ROOM TO GET HER BUT THE SKY KEPT JUST SPITTING IT OUT BECAUSE NO ONE SWALLOWS THEIR FOOD ANYMORE CHEW & SPEW IT'S JUST WHAT'S IN AT THE MOMENT NOTHING MORE THAN THAT

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"...my hair stands still like a goose feather quill on a cold windy moor where the rain starts to pour & spits in my face from every which way when all of a sudden, I am struck by the sock-static-shock of god!...roast me on the end of a pike in the palm of your hand, oh Lord..."

WELL THAT SIP WAS A HOT ONE DRIBBLING DOWN MY BEARD & FALLING INTO MY CROTCH MY FAITH FLICKERS AS IT MELTS MY FOUNDATION & I FALL TOOTH & NAIL UP & DOWN THE STAIRS YOU KNOW HOW IT IS I'VE GOT A LOT OF THE LUMINATOR IN ME THESE DAYS HIS FINGER PRINT IMPRESSED UPON MY CLAY MIND ALL MUSH BEFORE BEING FORMED INTO A SPEARHEAD & DRIVEN INTO THE SIDE OF A DOG MIND YOUR SHOES AS THE INSIDES SPEW FORTH ON HORSEBACK DECORATED WILD & BEAUTIFUL LIKE FEATHERED GODS WHO'VE GOT A SHARP FERMENTED BITE TO THEM BUT WHO AM I TO SAY?

YOU CAN CRASH HERE FOR AWHILE BEFORE THE FINAL TRANSPORT LEAVES FOR THE GREATER OUTER WORLDS DON'T TELL YOUR DOCTOR WHAT YOU REALLY THINK OF HER LUMINARIOT IN HER GOLDEN CHARIOT DON'T GIVE IT A SECOND THOUGHT BUT SCATTER INTO THE BRUSH AS THE PREDATOR SLITHERS TOWARD OUR WATERING HOLE WITH THAT SEXY BED HEAD LOOK MINOTAURUS FLEX & A WHOLE LOT MORATORIUM

ARE YOU STILL THERE? IN THAT OLD TEXTBOOK IN THE FORGOTTEN FILES OF MY MIND WHERE I REMEMBER SEEING A FLICKERING LIGHT ENCASED IN SPACE ENROLLED IN A KIND OF RUMINATOR LUMINATOR SPECKLING THE PAVEMENT WITH BLOOD AS I STUMBLE INTO SCARED PASSERS-BY WHO YELL 'CALL THE POLICE!' TO NO ONE IN PARTICULAR & WITH QUICKLY WANING URGENCY MY SCREAMS ARE DROWNED OUT BY THE LATEST BUS LATE TO MOVE THE COGS AGAIN THE TIRED MACHINE CHUGS ALONG WITH NO ONE TO CLEAN OFF THE PIGEON SHIT FROM IT'S VACANT EYE-HOLES & TO STOP THE TEENAGERS FROM PISSING ON THE RUSTY BITS THE SAD SCENE SCREECHES TO A LONG DRAWN OUT FART IN THE WIND STUCK N A JARRARIUM MILES BENEATH THE EARTH'S SURFACE IN AN ABANDONED SUBWAY STOP WITH A GRAND PIANO & CHANDELIER OUT OF PLACE IN THIS TIME FOR WHATEVER THE TERM IS WORTH IN TODAY'S COVERED MARKET WHERE I BOUGHT THOSE PIRATED SHIPS & OFF-BRAND NOVELTY T-SHIRTS I DRESS TO MATCH MY CORPORATE OVERLORD'S DRIBBLE EACH COLOR MATCHING PERFECTLY LIKE A BODY LEFT IN THE WOODS OVER TIME LIBERATED FROM IT'S SHALLOW GRAVE BY HEAVY RAIN FOR 30,000 YEARS MAN, THOSE CREATURES WERE SHOCKED TO FIND IT IN SUCH BEAUTIFUL GARB BEDAZZLED IN CORPORATE LOGOS LIKE A GOOD SLAVEDRONE LUMINEERING TO SUPPLEMENT HIS INCOME COME RIGHT IN & HAVE A LOOK AT MY THROAT, DOC MY GLANDS ARE ALL SWOLLEN & I CAN BARELY SWALLOW THIS TRIPE

CAREER DAY AT THE SCHOOL FOR LOST PLANETS & MISGUIDED FOUNTAINS OF YOUTH PUT THAT GRAIL DOWN! YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE IT'S BEEN! EAT CHRIST & WASH HIM DOWN WITH HIS OWN BLOOD YOU FUCKING MONSTER YOU LUMINITE CONJURED FROM THE TAR REALM BUBBLING OVER INTO THIS LOST LAND WHERE THE DEMONS GARGLE FILTH & FEAR & SPIT IT DOWN MY SLEEPING EAR THAT I MIGHT SERVE YOU ALL MY YEARS MY LUMINARIA =========================================================================

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