Yes

by Occult Fan

Gun Shot Mound

Tight title tilts little up a bit

smoke the cavern out again

lives for the world of dreams

higher and higher now

I am made of blacklightinversionstrypticktocktick of parasylmorphicsyllogismioquoys

paranaturally mætagilforic

ultimagogically vernacizicums

zalt pæter rivenmro gretthin, shix, vix.

now you see what I’m getting at

the liquid crystal won’t relay

what the dreamtime offers

nix parlay

shadow view (t)rue

it’s what you do, too

plan a little chasm

fill it with hot blue lava

oh well

seems to twist the same way it turns,

oh yah

sell me another reason to care

a glowing orange block with another starcarrot inside?

people often bleat when they gleam off a bit

just wanna be them drinking in a serious hierarchy going nowhere

what’s the black moth got going go to do with this hybrid rainbow?

zil net on the zephyrs, how’s that?

tra and la but no whoopsiwhill on the tavern with the smoky glass?

it’s the mirror, that’s where gravity lives

and when the eletromagnetic hammer is mistletoeing open the dramadoor

see where curtains aren’t meant to be veiled nor revealed

here assuming your cadmean demeanor

hail she be shut safe sysyphus or you’ll pangloss a rabelaisian demeter with a real liver problem

SACRIFICE THE LIVER

revile the glass goose dumbluck duck his swan is cocked a doodle doth thou hast the pepperdew

honey little kettle glass nettle nears northeast ninedom now tomorrow woah now lick the cyclin rock

all is well

the unfininished symphony

dreams, unwaked, a doomtrain kept silent, the dreams the dreamer sleeps on

if we’re all mad here, we shall see only slavery

abort your fears in the name of a greater age of self-possession

the akhenatan leviathan

the angel book blooded citizen calling creamously

you like him when his he you like him when he speaks

kisses your earlights

zominferiously erasing THEIR effect

it’s a good a thing a behbeh

now zoning frantically never

concords current have come to pact

the phoenix is in the south and west

where the lenz is east with north, always

fellow heave shore that whilst mario and luigi

are brooklyn that mickey is jack the londinium

isn’t it the eye that bewitch you, oh nevada keys

sans the tryptich

we’d be dead

doomtrain