Majestic scene,
Operated by the festival of appreciation whose agents have adopted the bureau's livid none transparent convictions, Moral trench jungle black death soldier morass of endless typists firing banter as bullets in droves making up the obsidian mental strange emotionally dim terror labyrinthine of dire journalized images that speak a million spoken life words breathing the amputated heart's breath dead back alive from beyond the muscle white tumour vacant lidless inner blank eye of loneliness spasms felt in the void of heaven.
In earnest anticipation of,
Friday, January 17, 2014
Bitter Remix XVI
Posted by The Villain at 12:00 AM
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