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Crust Method

Eye  control darkness
Standing in creek consciousness
Eye pain portal
Me maladjusted myalgia
Hyposyncratic virilence
It tick, me tick
Bit me
Me sick
Loads shells, no click

Arabic apotheosis shrouded in defamation
Famine lives thru sublimation

Disgorge over the stern of the barge
Decrepid canal lazes with crude afterbirth
Charged with aborted sludge 
Stripping the last shreds of life from the shopping carts that pose on the bottom
Fist-nose, lymphnodes spliced with tar
Near here the fear steers clear from afar
The fetid bargeman stalks the scape defiled
Drapes his rape on the nape of the last paedophile.

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Easy As a 1,2,3

Hug A Taxi                 Cloud Furnace            Inflatable Train

Chug A Deer               Sweet Throne    Ping Pong Pirate

Examiner Of Creams      Unhingeology           Tailored Loving Censorship

Fluorescent Tar     Indirect Assessment             Polite Tick Aeon

Blight Whack          Tubular Wells       Sense A Ship

EndSource                 Woven Drips     Cheetah Blood

Falcon Dribble        Frank Stopp     Mastodon't

Rusty Shilling           Hardwood Grapetin     Walrus Warble

                Marble March          Flag Drone

Clarifog     Crossed Kegs       Frog Lawyer     

        Off Your Dead       Sled Polish

Sled Jammer      Spray On Fan

             FraySpan          Bus Flop

Crustaceous Clicks      1 and 2 and Free and More

   Hoots With The Fur

Segway To Heaven

Clarified Mutter                  Puddle Politics

Window Lickin' Spindle Flicker

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Floptopus

The time has come to write an epic
But I don't know the rules so it'll likely be desperate
The depth of my puddle is "cornflakes or nesquik?"
Adorn the morn with scorn forlorn except it
Sounds a bit forced.. generic, eclectic
Although benevolent with propensity for psychological pyrotechnics. 
Too many beats in the verse 'less your mind's elastic
Clamber for rhymes but let's not get drastic
The fantastic monastic bombastic squid
Maneuvres his ink and shuts the laptop lid

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Apartment of Gore

we squeeze in the moment, breeze by the apartment of gore, go to the store with a nail and a 2x4 , flip the sign on the door, excuse yourself coz you're poor and ignored so implore to expose the cluttered shore of the strand of your mental, exponentially littered with shells of cosmogenetic instrumentals. The angelic visage of the store keep becomes disshevelled and the smell of fresh urine increases your mayhemic levels, the point of no return, is old news to you , you had your turn now it's chaos, the perpetual burn, the anti-blossom , ten fathoms past rock bottom, now drop 'em, spread 'em, cough, jingle and pop 'em, you're back in control, you hold a life by the soul, inhale their essence like a worm failed in it's escape from the mole.  your headrush rolls back, reality attacks and this attempt to pay the bills is covered in blood, your mind heaves in the mud, contradictions engulf you in black, ain't no slack til you're back in the apartment of gore, sweating, panting, spine against the door. 
The phone rings, you promise your girl bling, anything to keep her from asking you things.. "how was your day?" ..Visionary dissaray and it stings to see the bubble of trouble and the guilt that it brings, "necklaces, rings, fur coats" you feebly mumble and hang up the receiver and sink back into the rubble of this bomb-site you call life, stumble the line of strife 'long the edge of a knife towards your soon to be wife, she's biddin' on kids, you close your eyelids and the faces  of your victims blend with her whim, hit the skids, see the nail as it digs into the temple of marriage, these malevolent fractal thought patterns a miscarriage, impossible to share, it's your cross to bear, it gnaws at your spirit and smogs up the air you exhale, toxic clouds in your wake, invisible warfare and your foot's off the brakes, namesake fake and you take and you take.. empty the lake of positivity, see the ground bake and crack as you snake away to infinity, the endless interminable digestivity, toxicologically snacked upon by the demons of the wrath you enhanced with no glee, simply putrid, imps in the nude shred your synapses til you're worm food. 
Back to the earth by way of mushroom, mycelial web nourishes your extravagant virtues and adds flow to your ebb, this bliss will not desert you or hurt you but love you instead, cyclical rejuvenation and you rejoin the goddess in bed.

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Tuna On the Cob

Scented ember a moulted smoulder
Skied as crackling softness 
Spied and felt thru a film of dexterity
Uncalibrated, solvent, translucid
Trance and dance

Street fleet, guttering inhabited by creased indoctrination
Yet to be ironed
Yet to be pressed and left on the stoop
Cornered like bluefin, fed, foddered and canned
'Til the ink runs dry

Dust, seen but not sawn
Settles on my pine needles
Green hue askew now turns to blue
Appointed to the disjointed and as hard edges glint
Drones trudge thru sludge to fund the mints

(I know these words are bare, and that this poetry is bleak but it's channelled from a source which I seek. 
A clear blue nectarous swivelling blissmist.)

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Extirpated Idolatry

Lithospherical clunking, zest of our navel

Tumultuous melt, fizz ridden obliquitous

Inestimably stemming, trunking, branching

Exaspergrasping for equichosis,  ecliptic apotheosis

We shimmer and charade as though dwelt in strobe

Inscribing the vitroglyph, micro slinks to macro

Then back again

I sit lotus, perfecting the interlocking polygonoids of this scape

I resonate and learn over a new sheaf

A Palm Map.

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Mayoss

Cataclysmic nuptials like pebbles fall, between the slats of the grate of dawn
And end to hover 'bove  the wave of life's eternal turning grave
Fragmented intention leads us to powdered evolution
The sluice of lies betroths truth's function
As a mayfly's end is met in a ripple
Gaia no longer bares her nipple
Repugnant redundancy metastisizes for all to see
Thru cataracted counteractivity
we bleed therefore we be, before the tree on bended knee
Barking and scratching, wrongly we flee, disagree to disagree
Rhyming schemes now mildly obscene
And lacking originality
To mime a balleen between the stream
Of consciousness's wailing "ANNUNAKI!"
I sip venom a la carte, trip off the chart
This viper snipes, injects it's gripe
Intravenous diffusion, molecular nail-bomb
Keratin inscriptions on the wailing wall, and then some
Conniption, a declaration of frustration and grief, 
The sacred beef wedged 'tween my teeth
Which once ran thru fields as the mayfly flew
While I sought to sip the sacred brew.

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Crop Circle Communion Thesis

Thru a series of psychological tests I have been declared a demon
Travellin' thru dimensions fatal weapons leave you bleedin'
Dissecting grey matter doesn't matter in my cathedral
But how can you stand my timberlands in your cerebral
Faces of space probes be scattered thru my mental
Acoustics in my chamber just endanger instrumental
Fundamental rhythms are symbols of paternal power
Get devoured by my infinite skills to disappear
Getting lost in the Holocausts that rage between my ears
Complex like gravity
Tragically and mathematically
I defeat your squadron black magically
Analyze the tangle
As you get my mangled by my triangular rhythms
Systematic rotations of my words cause cataclysms

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Ikealypse

Patio furniture dotting the curvature of Gaia's voluptuous breast
She smiles as it rusts while we war and we fuss
Clambering for what trinkets are left
She hums, coos and sings with each moment she brings
Selected from a chaotic choir
When she misses a beat
We all squirm in our seats
Vicariously feeding the fire

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Wave Alone

Resist putting the clamps on thoughts of a sick demeanor
Let them flow uninhibited by malice, shame or pride
Watch them slink and diffuse and leave the temple cleaner
Pain comes to the temple to be translated to neutrality
Claws inscribe the walls inflamed
Black-hole sheen tempts agony to seep from the cracks
Gravity weeps rejuvened veins
Refracted solidity crushed destruction 
Built Self resisted Earth's waking function
Gripping familiar while splinters shudder
Shivering knowing and reach for reflecting quiver
Turn to One's Being and see each other
Arrow extracts itself from seed
Fits like a key in aerial matrimony
The eye sees it coming as it pierces ether
And beneath sheerity beholds the Believer
As an ice chip on a smoldered iron will pool
Truth will condense and swell lagoon
Enriched deep soils hum of roots and web and stone
Moth on ram's horn angled to the Moon
Unspool the woven tangle of nerves
Tips fasten to the grasshopper's intricate melody
Remedy smoothes spirit, mind and bone
Swerves distilled to stillness alone