that person is not attached to anything
what follows is an account of real
sorrow. all these grand texts have for their
purport satan. a proper under-
standing of these insistent texts leads to
final human enslavement under
an obscure and austerely dead god.
near-determined souls burst flamelike to
flower. talking cheap, by definition.
take the faces first and lay the bodies
later. lightplay fell, fouled by the in-
disputable nonpreparation.
first time out? we are one-of-a-kind.
death finds much-needed friends among the
living. this starry vessel is two
lying hearts. happiness is no longer
my favorite opportunity. no
one craves saccharin dropping stale and
twinkling in a sandy burning void.
