yes, there it is indeed – a heavenly place wherein The membrane goes to explain
a thing of ten thousand afterthoughts, we really outta attempt to make sense of it all
don’tcha simply think, sweet Mississippi paraphrasing baby
we with our abracadabras & our favourite best barricades – erstwhile & breathing from Sunday through Mondaymorningtime til bleeding by the voluminous bucketload
been begging out twisted, shredding fingernails
pressed shadowcast against this fending pen
to either neatly nestle & evaporate or repulsively explode all over our thirsty souls for Survival
not a word though yet
fret felt amidst our deliriously dilapidated existences, eagle eyed insistences – heavily ogle eyed individuals & inevitably getting to watching ourselves against the deranged tellyscreen
that visually opportune & succinct underbelly which will gleefully interrupt out favourite best tuck-on-in deluxe, pl=ease
and thanking you oh so mother fucking violently & forever managing to make it breathe gently amidst
these blue light bursts of kicked -n’ flicked colours, seems they’ve been dividing the line to break it back to life again – so soon as when, our tending pens perturbed themselves til sprinting outright authentic aside infamous and vilified
pour your wine atop of her reddening dress and start to begin to endlessly express – a nocturnal need
to feed our very own bohemian souls, pl=ease
