and threw those rushing lights (from scrapebooks)


and threw those rushing lights exposed as the run-off invasive spacies build-up to collapsing mutant rack or rust air won-der shit flowing down the “you are” ; or good, hard, white, brawny, upstanding, unyielding, top notch productive abysses it is ; drifting shifty astronauts wrapped in the live wires of the i call to their soft works then call a few fitful disks in but as they come theyre told theyre just welcome to come in under the money—its not waiting its precipitating to press the “could be” which really gives gifts to some, while none of them and the i listen to the crushed somewhere ; listen to twice somewhere between minus and more or more ; never note anything, never quote anything ; spin-dle / cant we / hear the / i wounds ;