Friday, November 4, 2011

indicative diction, conditional miction

Groupthink, onebrain, banktank, she's hive sex
I'm mindset on sticking checks in uninvolved wrecks
Open relative destinations and correlations
Establishing the blanks of drawn out science
I am all ears on passive phrases, conjunctive hazes
Dislodged and embargoed, a bar code for subjunctive subjectivity
I hope for the sake of friction I don't feel this
I wish for the chance of rain that this won't stick
I'm waiting by telephones that no one received the call
I'm closing down this sanctuary so no one perceives the wall
Outer space, in your face, and revolutionary, visionarily bare
I'm so out of clothing placed in weary, blurry  fur
Step outside and asphyxiate all lines, i'm choking bait
Secret bromide life, special chloride lamp, a champ

It's the road less broken, She has spoken
Killing kilter and caustic shelter
Holographic hangover, to wish to be
The suggestion of suggesting
The gesture of gesturing
A Front door for escaping, a back door for raping
We roll our hands into empty lands
I'm all out of lives and out of plans
A Final boss battle, holistic cattle
A word burns in my turn, a favor whole
There are not minotaurs or mini-scores
There are no batlike gods or demi-whores

Insurgent feelings of urgent peeling, emergent property
Operation overtaken, shaking awaken jerks for liberal quirks
I am as vulgar as a vulture need the dead to survive, i've arrived
I am as blunt as this side of dank, that kind of stank you feel me?
Contrarily contrived, a statistic derived of oblique knives
Obligated to breathe but only holding lungs for losing lines
Secret wives saving lives with pornographic pantylines
and landmines confined to serpentine, whine or dine

Breaking solitary, enlightenment aligned, i'm fine, that's spinal
Hallucinogenocidal, your bridal, a shower most upheaving
I'm believing a liar who's dedicatedly deceiving
Open prayer book for spying leaks, wikispeak, figuratively literal collateral
solifer slier silver and slivering sulphur, guts incased to a poem
let your role play out in the phone, call, it's a ball we're brawling
it was a blast, made it first to a definite lastcall, she hopes i'm in knots it's just not... shiiiit, it's such a bitch when your stitches itch and finches flock

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