Scandal

please have sex with me,
virgin alphabet whose hair is
of damp cotton, the mother

is a shirt
on a dog
now inviting us
in front of
the rain

the cloud inverted
becomes like wood
and the fire
a fountain
of streaming digits

what open source
body-language
can do to someone
not owning its total
nod

its like so
neural networth
a nod to the soft
sod, to the dross
of some ozymandian
eye-pod's god,
what else is the
monolith but a high
deaf

reality interchanger

uhn-huh

deaf-con
Stanley Tool

Cube-Brick

Earth is made of sex
but made for
data storage

and the leaves of grass
like angry ass

saw you
gnawing
ear off

from utopian dreams
we have constructed
polytopian phanerolase

all thought
is sex with pictures