astrological spikes in your brainwave patterns. constellated chemicals brought in golden boxes and placed before your knees. swiftly undressing in the back room. armament upgraded to maximum. you spent the whole night in shambles. ducking behind doors avoiding mirrors. your wig came off and danced around with the doorman. he was just happy to have somebody paying attention to him. a man steps into a chamber, looks down and vanishes. little drops of liquor rained down on us as a treat from jesus. spilled contents of onion skins reveal viscera and organelles. tiny monkeys twinkle from the cupboard. olives rise up from their bondage, splitting their cans in grecian fury. the roses you arrayed yourself with decided they’d had enough. gone stomping off through the cemeteries. cleveland gone completely invisible. logistical nightmares. fruitcakes and frank & beans. unhappy hypocrites turned hypochondriacs turned organ donors. really fucked up guys hanging around the museum trying to pick up the bare-breasted statues. the kingly uniforms of france advancing upon the universe. a shower of sea blades. a summer of unendless loathing. tyrants took them to you. asked you if they could stay. admiring your dog collar film school. blow out your candles and serve you forever. taurus. tourists.
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