what the fuck is life
a series of hilarity
piss blood and magic

Priscilla, bitch

Eating fucking rocks whole, nice

Burning down castles

Titles conclude lives
Engraved onto solid stone
Birthmarked eternity

Personality worm
Ought to throw another spare
Stocked to delay doom

Cosmic lagoon rays
Seek out lunar urchin fruit
Delude themselves first

vibrant hues strike forth
crawling out cracks in the ground
it seeps up like roots

climbing in our shoes
and wrapping around our toes
to ever bind us

now that this cold light
has fixed us to the hotspot
we have to witness

whatever unfolds
is happening before us
striking through nerve ends

you ever wonder
whether your paranoia
is destroying all