The Perfectionist Is Listening

The Perfectionist is Listening the rich are committing suicide and taking us with them the prosthetic limbed bastards Fort Darwin tottering on fewer stilts once the masters of the universe presently picking through garbage looking for an Icarus to pilot some way back among the clouds their telepathic goon squads armed with the hard on of God squat in the darkness of doorways lightning strikes all around even their machines were clairvoyant several thousand watts went up my leg shorting out the only attention span I own left me perforated but not lacy wearing all my masks all the time fragments of self are selves in a bulemic deconstruction where form and content mud wrestle incessantly for attention on the crazy train to 3 color hell the protagonists the antagonists fornicators masturbators liquidators pariahs and unlicensed poets preaching hellstone and brimfire apparently the ancient gods still rule in their madhouse heaven petulant and stupid gods thought their figures included all the angles sword point conversions gun point perversions now their carcasses are steppingstones what quirk of an infinite being makes this burning plague village of a planet so alone and necessary of course none of this is protection it's psywar out there kids better find where they hid your dossier mesmerized of the world unite you have nothing to lose but your failed methods of addressing reality said his twisting tongue struggling for ratings like any media the soul cannot erase it can only go sightless a phantom trapped in melancholy when we were built to dance with the twinkling stars he finally learned to undestroy memory being an ascended master of non sequitur carried aloft in the arms of Mother Goose his metabolic hurricane of why an inferno of intrigue and superstition our embryo-headed UFO ruling class have me inside their fence of skulls an investment in diagram futures the idiots From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/