Dripping oblique disappointment on this morphing wall, tasting claustrophobia, blood clot art-attack, bricks without mortar, flesh stuck in your copper teeth. The devils comes with a smile, merciless with tactile values on a two dimensional face. Fears curse the fallen into action. Dripping crimson tips, splurge refined by the palette knife drawing, dark art calligraphy. Splashing brains into plot drawing aquatint pushing in the panel of glaucoma inside this ghostly camera. You got your ticket to hell. Switchblade masochists tempt you deep inside this jungle, swirling optical wrath with memory and catatonic. Bloated and heated like a rich family pool shuffling plasma sperm inside the bland stucco walls and into the sepulcher of our lives. Above graffiti, scratching pink deuced language of the fingertip dead. Splitting magenta moon, what we canít see we still believe. Murderous glee, chasing phantasms and lost causes beneath the rainbow of insanity. Turgid orange swastikas vaulted in the heart, every man and every woman here is a star. My energy lacks emulsion dripping with abstract expressionism.
Stick the needle in my arm again, another bottle of Jack and here we goÖ
On a grey Sunday morning sleeping with shadows and slashed eyes, distortion ticks mahogany clocks to rigid stasis, over locked, over wound. Chimes spit voyeurs on empty air with slick thunderous percussions echoing through this bleak cocoon. My relic empty skull ringing like walls of steel drums, head rush on this heart break. Manipulated like a plastic doll, hiding in the place where only shadows might play.