Platforms of the Estranged

Words_ in my garden@ the edge of thorns. Population cultivation of shrapneled bones. My thoughts, mine, alone. My as she helixed the change of elixired kool aid and iced earth, Ayahuasca tea to drink under the crystal sun; To be or not to be undone. Dangled as a charm over my eyes, walled popularity, that rivit ring resurrection machine gun @A rising force of risen suns, from the sea of emptiness @circlet chain fire testing this blue toothed, teething proofs of brainwashing that is being done. Cutting me tooths on techlobotomy future suturies, filling with bad blood, of milk undone into channels of soured diversities. Blasphemies abreast of Bathory, Borden, Mystopheles. Metaspinions on bile for birth of strange aeons and late night gerd. Storied olde. Waking death, rebirth, federation, mental masturbation, folly, jolly rogered as if it depends on. A friend, so I have heard, fair weather turns cold.