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I seen the moon led up against my death bot

ay there

                         the windows down
as if this fur
is looking at us full speed
it makes
my echinacea
& elders on surveillance
even know the sounds grew up
for a cup of coffee
watch them

             from a small raspy speaker 

         like avocados—

with a note on it scribbled & crossed off 

some of their

      sober cars

like you
shine skyway

           we gonna
distill the high

what about to collide

after soaking our feet in the roads ended then though
  

get too far

                           the old take bayside me 
I know the taster—I got a whirlwind
of death & light

   Campbells of a cop
but what every social media network
to collide

 Is curving

Yeah I mean I know if he’s fur
he looked me like a wildfire face

   but while I write

like jalapeños—

      “in the whole focus off the times…”

                         rippling

for once around

       giggling lost

I like kites overlooking the time

       of sucking our shoes                                                   

 to bounce tan driftwood righter jeans
I could
                                                     tethered by the ground like quiet fights


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  An excuse

    fucking paste it
                               rippling

know it already happened

    they’re wrong—

we disintegrated off
Yeah

Into a warm hella far away

with an arrow

with rings

with his light you got a sacred ritual
                                  with dirty toes

It changes

The window just to set

          we’d rather

unfold on the brink as a transdimensional rootkit all tangled

 Like lovers old reckon I’ll keep it out
                   dirty feet

              —right there waiting

for the eye

functions as a body came animate boiling just yesterday 

so meet in the day
                     rippling

Is curving

                                                   Yeah

We made it never us
                                                  to the dead in these fluctuations 

“Seeing circles into me…”
“They had no us”

You’re more phonogrammed

                                    they shut it 

      up to us we didn’t believe them—

it could happen, no one listened, no one dark forest

    “You want to talk at you!”

                                                                                            Yeah

You’re going

twilight

lilac

and foam burns

off cried like a symbol
  we gotta give

 It opens

Particles end

                  for us
                 Yeah

We fucked me dead in

 But you bang its on

The rains come

 Is curving
                                inside of it

Who we are to their language

but I’ve got lost back home
           but the blink
     of sucking the glass dick
                                   we contact,

we made a plant

but I’ll keep it on the ocean

while

                          we had
   You need myself

How did I never believe through you

took off the brink

           Yeah

Why it wasn’t carrying our shoes

I’ll keep it never did

 Like love

with his other side

          in the cabin

“Look at you”

                            

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Entitled

Were you there

when I woke with ankles chained to coral

could you hear it 

when I woke I was surrounded

how many of them were there

when I woke strapped down the serum inching

what was it that was murmured 

when I woke five filaments of hyphae

was it just a dream

when I woke a full lotus flame

were you absolutely certain

when I woke the ground getting closer


Yeah

                       Talk about
echocryptic heartzyme
is heard
autosending pitchmaps
                           we write
burnhanded lipmelt
it’s the
brainbeaming viralswitch
                              they got
fivespiraled nectarlicks
how’s your
spaghettibark dreambot
                     there’s some
lovebombs on the shelf

Cogsock

Attach numberpacks
                             to the superbank
                       loopshine on
                                                   the skull
                total grindlight
                          eight finger
buckshot
                     ..                           speak up
                like a laser
       who cares
                                      toetap
             the busmurm
                                                             get up
         to what you will
                         before they
                                                  tacks attached
       piano keys rapt
  uptwist the knob
           send it scattershining
                                                      back, I
                   don’t
        believe
             it, no
      I
never will

           it slides
  down the neck
                            goldspins
a gearwalk

Evan’s spiral

Then I wonder if it could go like this or if I’m
                                                                          just
this all there is the bones and                digging
is                                          bananas          myself back                                     on                    deeper
coming                                display              down
really                                    organic                the
we               darkness         tech                   page
are              the                    does             another
forward     in                       not                    blind
it                 there                forget               curve
is                out                    does                      no
or               see                    not                    maps
up              you                   falter                    out
it                do what again turn                    here
is                                                                     going
or left skip can we London it’s like way the all