Launched across the ungained filth cast off by a solitary wretch and through the milky film designed to contain but accomplishing only display while it strains to burst against the pulling clutch of sweat and static breath tangled with a pure intention morbidly entertained by poisoned piety kept in silence with bribes of stable perversion tinted rose by data/blood dragged through decrepit veins leeching life from the air pulled to heart and brain and piercing bone and the unwanted/please/embarrassed cries of those left with the flare of lights that burn cylindrical holes through the pale sweltering plastic that surrounds the dark spirals of stagnant water now spewing across the focus of bent watchers causing a confrontation of self-repair as the confused reflections ripple around the cracked instrument replacing the fingerplay of a thousand tingling searchers once dangerously possessed by happiness but now left without a single remark concerning neither space nor rhyme of lies supporting terror and darkly cluttered narrow walkways tread upon by the noble bear all pulled asunder and clocked to match the rhythmic beating of drums released by nature and brightly colored dust drifting down amidst the reaching branches whose sways are dictated by mass-produced politics and misproportioned mutants born under the violent rays of a heavily rusted star marked by frosty indentations gradiating slowly back under sharply deafening cliffs filed by the magnificent crush and lazy attrition of the swing of an iron monkey bound by honor confused with glamour cast off like a wisp of skin crumpled by the devastating gray revolving lapse into slate into blue into dark sliding rewind back to gray corridors locking sharpened secrets softly removed by delicate machinery built in the scarlet blend of science and spider screaming lost lost lost where the silicon liquids coil between the carvings of silver hounds scarred by rivers of amber narcotics whose function flickers endlessly from porcelain crust to prodigal pollutants engineered to peel back the pretty layers purposefully obscuring the need for vengeance for wroth for violet-coded symbols indecipherable because the key has been crippled by cryptic trysts broken and mended and shattered and restored and constantly battered by screeching error error system failure bringing hope to those interred within impenetrable delusions rapidly condensing from vapor into the aching desire to have your mouth invaded by a bundle of clashing waves slipping desperately across a series of sparks intent on fire and oxygen but still burning your beliefs to ashes with the radiant heat of the sermons that serve them but paralyzed at the wrists by the hypnotizing dance of needles filled with artificial sleep plagued by nightmares of white towers and crossed tongues and a lonely gate to the heavens shadowed by a blizzard of burnt paper forever replicating like a foul virus culled from the murky layers of a radioactive religion hungrily pulling the soft spongy tissue away and letting it drip drip into the mouths of the waiting masses severed from the hive and touched between the ears by a gentle fist of madness.
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edited to say: yeah the crewis our local soccer club and i'm completely fanatical about them and i'm so happy that we finally won one this week.
[Edited on Jun 30, 2003]
Lambent eyes close - breathless
Softness coiled under sheets of linen
Reflecting in the warmth of Spring
Oooo... we haven't done the senses either... touch, smell, taste, hear, sight. That could get interesting... hehe