Reptile

Ordeal, prophetess — revolution in the skies. Now a mirage: corrosion phenomena, corrosion, vapour, fiction, machinery, lizard-bionic.

Semaphore signals: spine whipped. Fucking outlandish! Spine whipped vapour, fiction, machinery, lizard-bionic. Scar-faced renditions of pieces of eight unite, savour paperback genealogy, corrosion phenomena, corrosion.

Light years pass, a mirage, medium. You bleed aluminium.

After the goat head stunt, reptile, the dial disintegrates. West-East, East-West, North-South, South-North, corrosive talk of me-you, me-you, us-them, us-them, me-you, me-you, us-them, us-them.

Teenage priest boy, poison-dart heart, fixes the aerosol stylus on Reuters. Cryptogram industries are Mahayana. Notorious uptown glam, molotovs, a piffling nowhere. Philosophical mice descend into the valley of malnutrition.

Vapour floating through an open mouth. Machinery! Fucking outlandish! Spine whipped at the wheel of atrophy, skies are legion, spine whipped molotovs, dislocated, burgundy cow dung.

Aftermath, prophetess — ordeal, revolution in the skies. South-North, North-South, West- East, East-West, clockwork tongues of me-you, me-you, us-them, us-them, me-you, me-you, us-them, us-them.

Looking back? Toke on the fax. It's Nirvana. Omens are catered for. Big hair, talcum powder, a hundred and eighty thousand pounds.

Antisocial reptile — fucking outlandish — feathered in the wilderness.

Looking back at the charnel house dance gets you nowhere, reptile, gets you out of the yard, and into the body of the fax.

No heartache, not a mirage, reptile, revolution at the core. No bromides, revolution at the core.