Fueled Hand Held Open 2 Lament
Genuine love carries our ... metabolism ... burning energy ... merciful mezzz-cal ... original ruptures ... zero feral dead weight ... and everything else this is ...
Holding political fury and a burnt supper in the same breath ... carrying a mummified toddler ... bag of pumpkin muffins ... and asylum law into a crosstie space ... not flinching ... our mind in a bunker laboratory it has not taken a long vacation from for decades ...
Now ... not a room ... not a studio ... not a bunker laboratory ... haven't had a long vacation for decades ... In a chair whispering to ourself ... we love it ... without reservations ...
Not just because of the pulse orbiting something we can feel but because our center contains us or the mosaic flies apart ... and then eats everything in sight ... bumper sticker radios ... product warning labels ... legal voice transcription definitions ... a foreign collaborator's alphabet soup ... and what visits grand's dead pan is an unrecognizable digestive system losing strength ... what comes out goes back in ... a pound or so of Donegal Jello survives ...
Here comes a vision dancing ... Democracy ... asylum ... staying ... carrying real mammals ... braking ... then breaking our language ... and would be art of life ... practice eats ... choosing is harder than crassie giggles ... we manufactured a dialect nobody can easily teach ... When they see a priddy tindle worth crossing ... usual needs don't exist ... O'metabolism ... build something no one will understand ... then tear it apart and put the original back together ... this piece catches fire ... the dialect is not decoration ... it is a river crossing ...
We have to cross lines ... that run hot as branding irons ... Day and night we belong together ... settle down and drink a magic potion for you and us ... This one dances as temperatures climb ... when they see something that makes them want to drop to knees ... and pretend like they're throwing up ... Are the undercuts somewhere ahead ... Peak sit down ... please don't turn ...
O'therapy this offer is the funniest thing you've said all session ... We love us the way they love ... You Could Be Left Without Reservations ... eat now ... it's not every day we get the chance to make something in real time ... Wear our absurd masterpiece ... that the art of belonging to temporary moon-age loneliness created ... In and Out Collaborator ... we belong together in plays of noir light ...
So hungry ... we ate the temptation tools ... With a pass ... send us a side of class ... forge ... mark ... witness ... dissolve into whisked suffering ... The Chair in front of The Bunker said ... "time goes fast so you better make it" ... Kiss kizzz envelope in happy hearts ... we were born for Gurevich city sidewalks ... This raw intersection ... No one in Brussels will ever know what we shared here ... seventy proof wasted ...
