Erasure

not in the heart again for chrissakes it's like Swiss cheese decoffinated please I'm a yet ambulatory zombie off his medication as usual alternatives to logic 101 with Prof. Spike far too much work for a dead end saw his only ally the embalmers needle left his innards spilled in the sand history in its entirety mocked his comprehension had the nation in tears and then nausea several dueling scars graced his genitals if our perceptions already lie why shouldn't we I had to laugh it was all I could do to keep from smiling even after a thousand years of AI research the electronic government was helpless my Microsoft forehead radiator absolutely charmingly couldn't get any focus but the Royal Society of Blind Philosophers helped me with my little problem a miracle of recipe repair because our endorphin soup is a bit thin the quicksilver cooks ate first and fell asleep having thrown away their brains long before in the field kitchen of the gods after the air raid sirens of postmodernity can there be too much truth for an army of blood diamond merchants now a bit more about para electrics if only I were at liberty to discuss it yes imprecision can carry signal but the place is crawling with dilettantes wearing their secret butt plugs it's a guessing game as you can see petitioning for a visually diagrammatic idiom although it's a devilish seesaw but let us restart The Oblivion Ride was the big theme park attraction my extended family was in the sideshow justifiably taken for a pack of fools then the sun went down and never came up again and we stepped into the stone circle chanting evidence is preferable to the moonlit tombstone good luck with that in your airwaves broadcast on radio Sarajevo signal drifting drifting drifting with minds great and small and smaller and smaller the Internet is the yearned for Messiah there it's done and out and not to be unseen you wrestle with it while I proceed dashing among startled commuters mesmerizing the fact finding committee their dictatorship of x-ray leeches tossed him out of several monasteries apparently the production quotas were relaxed in a kaleidoscope of normalcy the style crazed mannerist martinets howdy do nail in my shoe From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/