felons of euphoria

boyfriend ogres

the moorlands…

southerners and vitamins felt on the drumstick
artful showers / groovy serializations / trippy visual sexes
innovative campground muckrakers
shopper-bug cup finches / impulsions on villages

the boyfriend ogres

trippy opiates / closing serializations /
including atonal flickering / experimental imagery
rectangles compete positive and negative expletives
lsd raging from felons of euphoria
to intense aquamarine
elixirs of the avant-garde

allow your head to be rearranged

What I’m Reading:

They love me.
Each morning they fill the strongbox
in my chest with grass
and salt pellets—I have good hallucinations.
I think I am a caterpillar. I think I am
a wall. They spray me with anti-freeze, they turn me
each spring, I watch the buds spread open,
metal lips fluttering.

— Mark Levine / “At the Experimental Farm”

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About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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