After Kris Rzepka (notfrog)
woo the chiggers floating to the edge of the sticky ejaculate, twisted splatters crosshatched into the pallor of the word-cock twitching, quatrilateral womb twinkly glyph frieze circumflexing the extenuation of utter spam squeezed ganglia of entrails, to and fro fading nerves nibbling on the periwinkle iodine tirades in the mylar trenches clueless curbed flesh disarmed, a mutated murmuring unendable superlative blushing discarded, blistering night shrinking while I shudder like the bellicose parallelogram of a lipstick fuck-up kiss my cervix, suck my cyst tumbling deviations of sustenance devoid in the blowtube of the petri dish sabotaged antidote of brunette welts bathed in the imprecision of emanations: the cracking, crackling, cackling arrhythmia of whips night-waking mockup of fiery scribblings the glass twitters, baffled scraps of the unignited fuse, ruthless allusions, fizzered haywire saturated, alluding to the billowing aperture submerged in the indented noun opprobrium in disarray, tousled purling, dissected mouth tailbone eyeball gashing the gear wheel stillborn spurts eroding in the bleach, a delicate angular overflowing, botched crepuscule scars of tawny seeds, a bristling glint, a panting cringe, bee balm bisecting the plucked timbrel useless wake of dolor, phallus dung in the hecatomb, tamping down the pricked swaggering, the houndstooth is grittier mauve lumps in glowtide, subfracted flicks neglect the passion of stitches in the icon, the link is inferior to the dirt-head movements of the squashed diarrhetic mucilage chatter the complexion of the shade declines the swizzling bliss of the dishevelled tarweed trefoil maimed in the ocherous swaddling smog of the neon fauna --Bob BrueckL after Kris Rzepka (notfrog)
