The Lha which turns the 4th in a subterranean tomb of recultivated tumours
cloning fools like Cayce to affirm worthless values and fundamental inadequacy
magnetic fluids for the androgynous churchman
penetrating obstacles cleaning wounds
Small notches in forked sticks
staying out the apocalypse
Venice Beach
the handball grunion maybe a grope on salty rhythm lipstick cubists
kinetic apathy installing deep woofers in narcotic trunks
measuring with USB cables and naked tides
the ants are fast on painted pipes
buried alive and unreported
making Venezuela with a finger in Colombia
dreaming away the dawn on beaches of dunes.