Morbid antiheroistically affecté.

Horny sordid convulsing frays by love’s bottomless pit, forlorn porn,

Fractus, frangere, words like ions.

Reversal and ricochet where only love can explain the wrought hell, the mercilessness of a defiance, chained to sinking in the baseness of time.

Bell ringing volatility, that corners in lust.

Then sweet and wretched chains to a wall of precipitous torment blind with love, half broke.

Wild piercing awls going insipid on the infinite as waves of the impossible wracked in time down through time cracking up, outside in.

Density or void. Material girl or lost in the fractals.

A Void. And Avoid.

Nothing and everything why. Curiosity scapegoat.

The earthiness of taking things to vomitous lengths, over a toilet of little deaths.

Escape into a feasibility of relish for the sake of itself and bemoan with dormant lust the escalation of its eeriness, mystic crust, trickster who is always a kind of treachery, startled with its vomit that longs for beauty.

The ruba dub dub, slippers and bathtub. Dripping with extispicy’s epiphanies for the bod of a good nights sleep may your tomb be round.

Missed chances galore with love. Like worms with teeth. Sword in teeth like a rose darned with mephitic obligations to a mysterious disease collecting life for death.

Where beauty swallows the monster whole. More than sweetness can relent. And prewired to radical cartoon postures of hell, where the inclement persists as a hole on floor, downstairs by the toilet plumbing, sneaking a smoke.

Basement full of emptiness, roads to nowhere, stashed fervently in the corner.

Fire in a vacuum

Tears the heart prismatically apart, tears splat, like guano of sea birds.

In divine waters angels pee. Hopeless with love.