Addding It All Up

my agent grew nervous when he discovered like the rising sun on a sea of shark fins that one must gauge and become the gauge what is it that heralds an improved model claiming to have superior knowledge my hospital masturbates immobilized patients the cure rate is astounding it’s all in how we conceive ourselves the oil and tincture panaceas were giving me intestinal upheaval but my inner cephalopod still had a couple of pots of ink in him and swore by his mother's nipples when info comes a-knocking best let it find a seat unaided by grief everyone rigs the game we are all defiled by propaganda here let me wipe you off we all want to be authentic so gimme the straight story for once the sigh of the wind for once must have been the stoning squad's day off tarred and feathered instead the world may not owe us a living but it does owe us an explanation I think it all has to do with branching cascades and nested infinities is it rain on the roof or radio static I'm pretty sure it's a comedy show there's a lady in the front row bearing her breasts at me I am quickly hypnotized turns out she’s KGB I hope I'm the lucky stud that gets to climb her stairway in an experimental courtship ritual we rubbed pudenda for an hour before I heard her secret name it's still secret her guillotine blade warm and wet cut through me like a 3 dollar car wash through fresh dung OK why 3 for you double meaning compulsives I'll tell you but you must obey my commands they are buried throughout this message because 3 is like the fingernail relics of saints and he'd rather be thundering back at Zeus which got him everything he wanted not so much money clothes cars women since he didn't set out to establish an empire of invisible influence but he was a free man free to disintegrate periodically my advice is to keep something for yourself no matter what From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/