wild onion fractal

The Hierophant

It is curious to note correlated states
planetary programming
Baktun of the Hidden Seed

quanta – your tranquilization
dwelling in inhalation exhalation

roaming fields of solitude on floating feet
velocity networks beg a pointing hand

cutting out the fat of neurotoxic air
partially concealed, crossing water

You have already succeeded throwing seductive geometry
seated peasant and Expectation blue supergiant
naked singularity the wild-eyed mystery
a course approximation in brutal grace
staying in Auvers for bionic exoskeletons
Delacroix thrusted horse heads
fine aroma of wild thyme
neon Africa moaning from a brooding room
coming all over Her glowing harbor
the stylist – finely balanced at speed
risking complete exposure
the mammal song with abundant sufficiency
totality: vomit, shit, sweat, tears

her posterior projection erased by teeth
swinging dead I got that
abnormal puppet organism movement
silently obtaining reciprocal indication
asymmetries of wealth finding grinders
consumed by parking spot vapor pilgrimage
exodus warrior train pull shroom bulls
the five hundred ton Brad Keselowski
bodysurfing The Wedge in 1986
let’s go into the biomass blue
floating by the end of the fifth grade
students should know that social change
is soulful down with function
limpets, crabs, anemones, torso link

savage caricatures of
“the splinter that was miraculously saved
when the wood went up in the flames of barbarism”

pacing remora shimmy
kundalini mesquite jetty
elusive Nevada got your back with digital visas
when all mainstreams run dry
vacated chasms consumed by forward hordes
the Brad Keselowski LSD arrow light restart fight reciprocal indication going like a hotline outright say shit Julianne Moore prowl acid busy very busy with West village processors and 212 seeking 3 generations of chambered ball smashing you mean you mean you mean to come again an introduction by Henry Miller pistols heated come to Jesus on short tracks

racing under a lysine moon in flames
you know it throws an exception error
some code with deficit lonely binary bang bang
yes coma calm overture ejaculating kong
disasters of war confiscated
Buddhist surgeons installed
excesses flowing like eagle nation
you some Buddhist disaster kong soul Kush
5 to a 6 it’s one in five alive the dead
abridged unsaid it speaks to barbaric French diseases and

epicurean default
“the flames” the Brad Keselowski
of Karl

Hanke wounded knees in phase 15 of the Yeats system like animated high fiction restart anxiety the diamond and the hourglass bodysurfing hell like Apocalypse Now like Beatific Vision steady streaming sleek like a ton in reverse launch point 420 override poncho sulker flowage to sweaty limo drivers selling serum in clown villages beset by taco dolphins

flying solo Keith Moon scrying
pulverizing sleepy hummingbird vortex
pulmonary homeless pulling on the vape
squared off asphalt on and off the road
another pig living forever in ambulance toil
31 to go
31 to go

in the late arrival of a lover
or another cut into full blown section covers
boom sex trail me just magically birth the moth
trailing bookmarks piled in moldy barns
41.492 to -99.9 it’s a beef and mesquite
it’s mesquite and mesquite by neon tons
as we contort converted absorbed juniper ladies
protected by Africa’s maniacal sects
somehow unapologetic by limousine insects
sadness in the wake of perfectly soaring knockout chakras
tea and cheese! Faint shadows as we collapse into the Brad
Keselowski the blue light peak a birch bookmark on the
anniversary of a dear friend’s death
page 4 page 9 it’s no less than magic descent
George Grosz almond trance it’s just death for mother
her moth mind and wormy soul
enchanted it is you who are now and how in this it is

enhanced our basic program in hints of horror and maybe Eros
still sequenced bows with walnut cover
tents in seismic inflation
honey-hair grip angel Come to this its rippling nerve call

crying to God in cellular languages in repulsive glory
flying solo Keith Moon scrying
41 membranes as Brad Keselowski loses control

getting over it is all we can do
getting over it is all we can do

hook to the liver