Quasi and the lifeblood emetic

look at those three weirdos over there, shining

moments with an upright citizen's maglite in recordanza's extravaganza

take the veil and hail hell's frequency, a sixty hertz

refresh rate in what i've learned to believe is breath

oxidizing muscle memory, heart pumps i forgot

beatsynced so fine to time they slipped my mind

just TRY it quasi

the big picture is a funhouse, you freak, don't you like to have fun?

don't you like it when the city peels back into the hills, don't you want your

farm fresh fruit served on the grass linoleum of a famished skull orchard and

what else is there but fear, don't

you want to be

eternally confused

for the greater good and

necessary evil?

your omega bracelet’s made of fridge magnets, still attracted to your birthstone, marked

like a gnostic valis-hunter from pre-cancerous rome, you can cut the ring if you

can claw your way through six thousand kilometers of cerebral cortex, the

scissors are on the surface, lemmiwink's victory serenade

she shoots daggers into my eyes with her focused metabolic modernism

puts the fun in function and we're going to the quackadero today - i was supposed to know

and i haven't been in aeons and my balls are blue but

i don't feel them anymore, circulation was a chore so

i shrugged it off for centuries, stopgap zen retreat, and now

marbles tumble down testosterone-red carpetways, the egalitarian potential of progenetic royalty

hubris of preserving a line is hallucinogenic history's ribald rhyme sluicing fruschavein riffacials

nestled quickie, desktop triggered amateur hottie, how much

did they pay her to take off her clothes?

eternally confused for the greater good and necessary evil, cut

yourself, cut your brother, cut your sister, cut your mother, drink

your blood and purge, drink

your blood and purge, cut

to the chase, telemetric biorealized telescopic eggsized lensthru life'sbloodemetic

tasted like dark matter, hydrogenicide, and in the end

it was the xemu hubbard never knew

no less than five incarnations is what he's selling

and of course i'll take it, anita says

where would i be without her?

naughty appreciation of a full color spectrum, they

added a nother letter to the RGB trinity

a nother lever to the machine

a nother side to the square

a nother vertex to my grin stretch

ing the smile beyond my face, hypervoluminous cubic rosetta, object of ur passé

collector's item value plummeting, depreciation in the glazed stare of the collective

compromise between duty and desire, forgetting how to appreciate in a

seizure that sheds alphanumerals like sweat, eternally

confused for the greater good and necessary evil

pork tastes like pigs in a way i can appreciate when bobblehead showmen are three-quarters through their morning cycle and the afternoon sun hasn't yet settled on this pre-cancerous crowd and i forgot if we were parked in the itchy or scratchy lot

and you can even wear a swastika if you want, if you care

if your deutsche marks beat their dali-cheques

if you ran out of norton bucks and kenny roger's wisdom

and if you still haven't made it back to your comfort zone yet, go fish

sing the reds in folsom prison, sing for seconal and your next cig, asceticism

is fine till they serve dinner, you know

they put paxil in your food, don't you?

Nevermind, stay

eternally

confused for the greater good and

necessary evil, it's

really a small picture, you can keep it in your wallet

the GPS chip in the film will track you to the last frame.