4 hours ago
Cabbage, Opium, Razzberry cushion, Airbag, tunnel Vision, Obtrusive, nay, Compulsive, Normal
Sylphs glide like seeds already living Things;
clouds are weather whether cows, lions or Imp-Peddlers;
Thoughts rise fully formed, like midgets with oversized genitals:
Who's to say what is proportionate?
Thoughts do: They rise fully formed, like retarded
ants, queened by the human games like chess.
Arise again and again, like memory, a copy of a copy.
Who says a memory is anything like They say they is?
The stomach is its own glass-dome, its own bio
chamber. Bacteria like the Shadows (the Djinn of Sylphs)
erect their own longwinded ecosystems and eldritch:
A Fart is a Thought of the stomach, more, the whole.
Sylphs glide like seeds already living Things;
clouds are weather whether cows, lions or Imp-Peddlers;
Thoughts rise fully formed, like midgets with oversized genitals:
Who's to say what is proportionate?
Thoughts do: They rise fully formed, like retarded
ants, queened by the human games like chess.
Arise again and again, like memory, a copy of a copy.
Who says a memory is anything like They say they is?
The stomach is its own glass-dome, its own bio
chamber. Bacteria like the Shadows (the Djinn of Sylphs)
erect their own longwinded ecosystems and eldritch:
A Fart is a Thought of the stomach, more, the whole.