The trouble with the biodiesel solution is that no one would want to live
in a city whose public transportation was fueled,
even just partly, by the distilled remains of its late underclass.
Yarvin
Katechon rosecolored military keys,
a life of trig point etheric skin
outside the neostate
nootropic fated ip & dawn in silver arms
shuddered dinner remarks
its trickle inner most light
& sweetest song
other corpsicles are borne out
inside freedoms Patchwork & Exit
choir of blood boys
cobalts your heart
in the air deck the black waters blackest
face down senescence
poetry doublewalled in twilights
to the Q&A portion of the evening
Human-Growth-Hormone Pill
silently gathers a moonlike coolness
next to Radiance Feeling Terrene,
Enter The Pool as dead clients fall out
enjoy what's left
