Sunday, January 7, 2007

Harvesting The Deceased After Being Ripped Apart By A Machine During A Farm Death Trip

The string quartet playing your song
Sing for her
Sing for me

Caught in our clear brainfog
Love dump
Dove lump

Some feel the effect of your opium confessions
Welcoming
Circling closer

Travelling prelude of mad museums
Housing us
Arousing us

Steamlines of psycho aerials
Caught in one
Spoke in puns

Uniting the broken dishes
Return to flesh
Return of guests

Brain removal device
It must be nice
To feel nothing
When death replaces life.

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