chase sprossel

Angels explode like a babies dying laughter. The back of the
skull decompresses like the dogs womb woven in cryptic cobalts. Time is
shattered in the essence of the mercury cable. Licorice is limelight broken
into one thousand doll heads. Dead pigeons flutter like rabbit feet in
oblivious chatter. Abeyance is the death kiss of martyrs.
The dead girl is no longer in wanton spell fury. Magick seeps through
the timeless/useless bomb shelter. A small child dances on the top floor with
ballerina slippers clicking with every voluptuous pounce of the cheetah gut
dancing with waking semen in forests of velvet. She might as well be
frolicing on the pieces of heart cords and cerebral fuck. Grave markers make
out the holiday revelry of saints minus sinners in Catholic minus Pagans.
Sheep freely fuck the organ, playing like a church yard pulpit, ringing the
alien ghosts into a fresh abyss. Satan is no longer the charcoal beehive.

      Broken/shattered into night keepers camp of gurgling masses waiting for the
Devil's Night of mission. Pirates roam the earth creepy-crawling like
anaconda's wrapping-seeking-fucking-breaking breathes like a father in the
night midst of a prepubescent daughters gallbladder. Fuck the swine in the
most misanthropic of fashions; she will love you more with every glide un-lubricated pig fuck.

Every night is the same with the old crypt logic death mobile. T-minus
Eighty years and counting until semen mixes with hemoglobin melted into
amber tit shaved wool of wolf. Lambs rejoice philanthropy's in the highest,
the virgins vulva has been penetrated by the glimmering night. Dildo in
sprocket cunt jackhammering the sultan scab picking-eating-decamping all logic in T-minus x.

Filling the void with gratitude, Albert rises from the alleyway
phosphorescent in tunnel rat beams of grandeur. Women cry out like serpents
fishing for whales. Stars explode in the menstrual sky. Mr. Fish peers
around his diary of flesh and rusted lead paint.         Monkey brains lick the
interior of the eight year old girl fighting for oxygen, dying for being.
Wolves prey on innocent cunt plasma biting into iron cans, chewing saliva
retarded for centuries. Stakes burn the witch for living incoherence.
Oblivion is bliss. Budd claims the trees, overlooks the mountains, free and
freedom eclipse the sun. Blackness rests on the shoulders of every man,
woman, and fetus in plain sight. Night goes underground sledding on baby entrails.

Six cloaked figures in the contour of an inverted cross blindfold the lamb
with disgust in lividness. Nailing hands, feet, and side to said cross,
crucifying for sins never condemned by Extraterrestrial intelligence.
Pedigree rains like maggots from cervix weeping bloody stigmata tears.
Hearts shred with meat grinder. Genitals burst like eggs on window sills.
Music reigns like anvils-crash lighting on cement tiles, windows rattle like
glass ignorance. Pig spleens rip from tombstones while Albert is cursing
damnation. Fossil phallus rips ovarian tubes. Cum drips like leaky water
hydrant. Splatter obsession meets all of the above.

Clothes abstract meaning abstract contradiction of kilted vessel of
darkness in lifted paradigm. Pigeons rain from ceiling fans, a malevolent
eulogy for kindness and vengeance. Incest is not a factor when apropos is
clinging to sheep fur like butcher cleaning paddle whips. Mud puddles
collide with shadows meet self-castrated guardian angels, hanging in sets of
six. Shortage of decadence enthralls Outer Beings when hyper-kinetic-fuck
eats fetus of piercing ignorance.
   She might as well be in revelry on thy catacomb.