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July 26, 2015
It twists in the guts, this loud indescribable beast with animal madness looking for a mind to give it form, disembodied hands work the broadside etching, decals of burnt faces yelling out the cheers, and the formula whereby the annotated fire eats itself in the belly, where the mind becomes a landfill, heaves its own vomit from the center of the earth, bonfires blazing, scorched engine oils streaming from the gashed body, purple flames licking murdered ladies not knowing their fate was in their mouths shriveling with relentless joy. I walk out upon the desert, the cacti bellow off key.