Irrevocable forces have been unleashed into the universe.
We have poisoned their channels with our perfume.
There is no return.
J.Q.D.
LET THE ALPINE PLAY
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A LONGING GAZE
Long-gone and logging on.
Byegones by god be god-damned.
Condemned.
Debonair with the detonator.
Au contraire.
Numb thunder’s dumbening.
A-HEM:
B-D-B-
B-D-B
B-D-B
See?
Barrel steel.
Seen.
At the end of credentials?
Cold metal.
Sawn.
Eyes’ peel.
Heat’s insistence.
Ballistic.
Chemical war.
All’s fair.
Chimerical heuristics.
Acoustic atrocity.
This revolting world.
LRAD hovered.
Evola evolved.
An exploding volcano.
A revolving door.
You live beneath billboards for cults.
In legions pluraled.
Supergraphic.
In league contagion.
Films and other ills.
Discernment is dismemberment.
Come containment.
Consciousness’ cleanliness.
Yeah you knew what the rain meant.
Stubborn determinant.
And what was made of it.
The babble of baubles.
Coronal throne fits.
Brain detergent.
Virgin control.
Garbage in, garbage out.
A gig a what?- a tear a flop
a grand a father - atick atock.
Bikini atolls and crisp attics.
Carcinomal and basal.
A cathedral baritone profanes the sacral.
Cinnamon and chicory and caramel’s snickering.
Thinking:
(BRACE YOURSELF)
“The most disturbing thing you can do is make it listenable.”
You’d better pace yourself.
The chicanery’s able.
So let’s get phygital.
Mercurial sable and ford torrents.
Cherry pies and arrest warrants.
Cooling.
Cold.
And?
Starved hard.
Bare abdominal.
Ribs cavern carved.
Hips jut.
Abrupt.
Collars just.
Align.
Skip the line.
Your wait’s been cut.
Fuck all these people.
And fuck their good time.
The mind’s a mine a field.
Foil and fail.
And mine holy unreal.
Like:
W H A T I N T H E F U C K?
Genuinely.
Flecting upon itself.
Neologia shitting itself logorrhea.
High gorilla romance.
Crouched in fuckstance.
With insistence:
Take a stab at it.
A surgical strike.
Clinical precision.
Finish inside.
Life’s ignition.
Bored and rich so you paid your way famous.
Your thanatos is McDonald’s and your eros is aimless.
Paltry archery’s aspirant.
Have yourself a poison tip:
A dick pic’s worth a wishlist’s mistresses’ harsh noise recession.
And a leprechaun’s laugh will always blush you pink in blessing.
So you remember that.
Sit with it in your heart.
Those are words to to live by.
They’ll give you a start.
Now to end on all fours and put an end to the farce—
Have yourself a poison dart:
To get away is the crime of art.
JAMES QUENTIN DEVINE
mundus vult decipi