Time-Stamped Indifference, The "Other" Menaing.

What a horrible monstrosity
joy is, the way its
caravan of baroquely molten
geriness
could save such
a hissy mess
of bullimong

split toe
amino

grass fed
and futilous
soul lit
by teeth so
sovereign
near dream

mirrored shit
oozes from its pores
mother teaches

that pore
means rich
or too much

shoe pore
mother says

teaching
the child the original
and unadulterated
meaning
of the unity
of excess and lack

what religion
lacks
is the heart and soul
of mother
who teaches
a child

that conspiracy
can be grace
and that to float like a wasp
like a demon
like an asp

is only natural

we are the gifted
of the world
and we kill

killing is our duty
because grace
is wicked
loose

and cunning

is independent
and loosed among us

and we have no wiles

against it

charms are arms
we wear
like rain

we feign
so much to catch
what we must
if anything
were anything
but a token

ingested
by the brain

that graal or graiae eye so
winey high lee
eel lie ho lee
we lo
lo lee

hee hee

ehbu
bulu

fanundulu

petulance
and piousness
made one

onticity
onticity

the old abstract concept
is good

the whole world
in the throw
of the dice

gamble
old shag

gamble high
and die
bragging out

this complexity
this clang
of fangs
and diamond trees

Tyr
masturbating

tear
tier

cry
cry

ancient
fie

masturbating
teardrops
fall
from gorgeous mechanical
geode eyes

E = yes, the only math
you need

burn like angels
burn
burn
oh holy fleshword blurn

burn
learn
blur
lure
burr
rubb
blue

roux

yours.

It's all
you.