Big Data
I wear the motorcycle like a face
a Fleet of shining warships
Injections dispensed to noble children (preparing for the silt plague)
harboured by the mundane in equal doses
Of scoundrelly intrigue
we beg in markets hiding wry smiles
marching into architecture
pulling street marks
just pissed myself
Portland hangover pencil work
There are no words for the thick tweed grinding in a sick tunnel raven white t-shirt&print_location
Space itching oh boy routine applications
brushes under ankle elitist transfer
meadow of Serpents
Sinewy prophets bodysurfing the Earth
extraordinary clean
abhor the lore of Mexico in this time of aquatic subordination
extended leotard
Fuck this immaterial determinism
behold the prick tease inshore spread
A lake of come
taking the basis
coming up
Surrendering