I am looking flatly through the window to the sound of Black Sabbath' Heaven and Hell cd. I love this city. Love the corrupted and fond of depracation sex sites, no lights, the mood is carat and sensible silk looking around cunic...or sanskrit to the rose the don't to the rafter, me, illegibly, sex in secure contraptions and bar of the death few meters that dead through the world away from missy Bomb cloned there near Freddy Patterson and I will the total in the bargain basket next to Mos Def. There bare, on a chest of drawers her legs apart thrills the thrill that made the all field of excavation up the bar like a lion and I move Christine, serene, sublime, the rafter signs off.
The maid wrapped in cotton wool lies sexes the whole for the price of a clove of garlic. It prints it pleads and it gangrenes....Courageously God transforms all. To the courageous souds of Coldplay perfecting their new mould. It reeks of garlic and powder bomb. Gun's n' Roses direct in the new field, made us wait about 15 years for that one, no? I am convinced the chinese adore it and will make it high like Y and Z, then it be, now it just floats a long drowned male body gurggling mud through the nostrils and joining kiss with a dead blond peroxyde. I channel all from land above, passive, never edge from the light-wave, sorry if I hell most of it is shot in the dark from a small raft where I hail her. Never believe a doctor. It takes you to his field and farms you with that medicine as subtle tonic, it beyond it. And beyond I see a road that goes left. It gets to a field and it divinelly makes it be the field Dargeenis. The field adequate, we sleep and the dog craps on the settee. I am alone no more, beauty, Dargeenis ploughs it to the stream beneath. It is bliss. Make me gun salute to Mos Def or Talib K. Make me moss make me hay, but so long as it eats as in ten years time we' ll be robbing for tomato paste and the MG hung to the ceilling make it decorative since the juice is gone. The end. Black Sabbath's Heaven and Hell ends. I lay on my back. Flat like a cube packed.
