Cheers,
Brandon
MASSAGE
I woke up screaming about a cantaloupe child, which was less dismal
than the atmospheric structure of the sky the day before. Eleven nuns
wanted to rub themselves furiously against a fiery disco ball, but the
static range parameters of musical intercourse prevented any
penetrations from occurring. Foreskins are often dipped in tea bags
of the herbal variety, whether spontaneously ripped from the seed of
the earth, or sequestered in vast warehouses.
The mother of ten projects wants her busy head to spin partially off,
and her body to bloat with grandeur. To this end, the measure of
finance capital is the umbilical of the people. Engines come and
engines go, but it is the force with which we are de-structured to the
Wheel that robs us of our capacity for fish-nesting. I too crave
furniture-nutrition, but cannot locate a good enigma with which to
rule magnanimously.
Eleven scepters are going to be blasted into space this evening.
Three of them will be made from garden toads, but some will find
security through immolation.