just as the bright infant imagines the infinity of natural numbers so does tomorrow overflow with boredom like the kingdom of rain rains on helpless heads and
I'm in a block of marble by the shore
and u gotta cube of starlight in yr hands it's leaking
scars were rope paint skin slashed burnt tarred in yr swamp parlour smoke u jammed fingers up those hags' dry cracks they snipped yr lifeline anyway u gotta remember fates were once nubile spinners rubbing their damp crotches on u and u
stayed too long
so when I lie dying touch me with yr thermodynamical
global economy zero sum chess if it whirred the same but the universe is infinite and
yr hand stirs among bones pulls out pink so quick that slippery salmon's my heart beating I need
a cap and trade system to dampen the evolution of these exagerrated signs