Burnt the lotus to find the root which extends into fertile shit. Cum in the ass may not breed offspring, however feed bacteria. Billions starving displaced without a water source. Megalomania reeking like a fistula at the base of Sickert’s cock. Slashing pretty young faces in the studio. Painting corpses. Strangling innocence like a child amok in the receiver of dull hormone and orphan of supposed empathy. Nattering faces jibber ill-formed sequences of intangible illiteracy. Unsolvable cubes sliding off each sentence as the next barrage of piss is delivered to the eardrum. The naval gunfire of rusted ghost ships dribbling dud incendiaries to the deaf sinkhole. Every conceivable abomination slither upon the thriving earth while TV people squat and shit into the minds of her children. Here, upon their platform, the ideal undoing slip the rug cut out the fuck-stain forensic dissonance what jail the captor whom make his mark upon the disbeliever of cruelty. Batter the rubbery meat til the sauce run from it’s seams, where beneath savage sun the legions of decomposers breed. Maggots slop from the cunts of flies and the reek of decay overwhelms the cleaner. Desperately denying the existence of the ass. Wipe it away. That which shall not be touched. No human may slip a shit into the wilderness but for the wild which shun the cubicle. Rattling air conditioners treated with bug-retardant fill the lungs of those within the towers of blindness. Excuses for genocide. The machine grooms away dead flesh til it hurts. Jissom batter vomit from tattered pricks like egg sacks from bug cunts. Crunch and slop the texture of shit and of vomit abrasive all the way down to the toes it fill the hollow legs which squelch collapsing without a scaffold. Bloody fuck arse bastard cunt of a shit of a whore. World slipped a spiked drink by its own left hand and dazzled as its arse seams split at the girth of its own veiny cock. Child murderers coagulate in varicosed networks of fatty chicken blood slathering belt buckle welted faces anointed in the abrasion of absolute. Tough raisin heart suffer a beat for the sake of one last fist fuck to the arse of helpless victim tied and gagged at the burning cold edge of surgical steel. One tiny slice barely felt reveal how the subcutaneous fat spill into view and eventuation of leaking vessels drain the blood from the host which is but a guest in the terrible cathedral boarding house for disaffected criminals in a world where they cannot locate punishment to satisfy the justice of their being. Look up the mirrors arse and see that its skull is empty. Knock knock nothing rattling inside as the midnight caller cuts the cable to the waking guard whose wife absorbs the demon cock in a pool of his own stinking dribble. You get out what you put in. Sugar and battery acid dissolving the vessel. The vessel dissolving perception. Unfathomable misery vacuum blowjob gagging into almost death is D.E.A.D.