Residue of a deal I made with myself
Starfish burst into flames, the waters down below and the smell of the sea pours like a morning shower over a newly executed man, aglow from the chairs buzz and fry. He supports the strike of metal and bone and recovers his past glory bursted orange and his new soul shines like a clear bubble made soft by thoughts of the forgiven and wildly free which pulses violet with a clear light blue. Breaking down the city streets alone at night and dark and the smells change and your magnetic field fluctuates and lights up your mind theoretically (without a visible crank all the bands shine on rainbow creek). A golden flash hits the the surface of the web, and shudder the earth squeezing light balls smiling towards the electrical aether and void over lake and mountain snake stone. I see x-ray comets and pale blue cats, a velocity slow like a watermelon and visible radiant rock is standing in the waves, turning to sand. We're all standing in a risky point and we all know it over the planet turning this night. Millions of prisoners levitate and float through the courage in their dreams and the current flows in and over the sphere, breathing the lunatic ball.
- from 1996
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