drones

Unsurprising, the crossing drones lights are broken, a freedom of vehicles and nervous flesh… hardware of collectable product, the very latest of yesterday, the Fungal Jerks, Mucus Badly, the Cock Spondex’s and the rest, idling in retroid peelings, pixelated cocks in the adult section, a juice of cumshots in multiplayer aisles, commutative sensation, diseased social theory and a out of place stinker by Horis Jumston, arboreal thought, a voiceless falling tree… verts fall to dark forms at twilight, some sense of time still remains, then they gush back to full luminance, a sedentary Grand Prix, racing across historic bones, on the hill, above the multi-storey, dull wrecks, torn metal, lubricated with the usual encouragements, consumed along with the crowd…

abstract rejec

Catch a mono into abstract reverie, the spacings between inhalation of a cigarette, familiar and timed, a black orifice, thick, inky, the digital digits of a disintegrating watch still keeping time, embedded in a finger, green mesh, flame oranges gurgle across the wet muck between urinals, pubic hair growth on remnants of teeth, collect some vertsects, drown em in sterile impregnated evidence sheaths, the closet behind me gurgles a soft perfume, a condomsation of sexualised guerrilla nano dribbles down frosted hardened glass, a lucky scavenge, some capsules in a papulous latex pouch, Nada Concupiscence flutters vertful upon bog standard tiling, domina wares, hot, rabid, spunktual voice, take the opportunity to download her new poses to console and slot it back into sternum… halflid eyes and a blackening sky, readying itself for blockbuster product…