Submissions by zachenstein

Gripped in a vice, the dispostion of the cities fine new erection. All to obvious... Relinquish the laughter oh larval assylum, you callow grubs and cacoons.

 "Stuck and torn", the feather boa bitch says as he waves his baton. Solitary providence driven by the beat of a drum. Never mind the crosseyed gas huffer parade. Sarcasm revised and fit for you. A pastel green mother pill long and reserved for a few. That is not so "fine".

A flourescent sea, a vastness in pointalism and pleasance.

 My fair shadow suspended in aspic, the vibration and sway of a hanging world. A wicked health to say the least. You may call it beauty, but I call "that" a stale saying.

 May it come along? That rhapsody called "my lovely immolation".

 Jack and jolly autonomic: Promenade you inabstinent fucks and pussy cats.

 I don't know a staple wisdom or opaque reasoning. Abstraction is that and only that as you dissolve.