Images are dripping…
Cancer is coming, soon…
Cyber-mushrooms puke their mad fuchsia sap in the ears of crippled desire.
— Sophisticated civilization disgorges the most rotten meats.
I have no smartphone. Death is coming, baby…
Digital infection invades the flux, huge abomination… putrescent, crawling larvae, chips and microchips swarming in pus.
Where is my cock ?
Solar vertical forces are swallowed by slugs, worms and virtual octopuses.
Why don’t you slay me, baby ?
pixels… rotting slowly in the sky
aborted androids connected to anti-plasma networks
synapses of horror… sodomizing the stem cells of encrypted fate —
binary decay algorithm jerking off on HTML plans
valid anal code
along rectal vortexes…
… Mary’s butt is looking at me
black cockroaches announce the blind name of the toxic fetus
My contribution, Self Cut-Up in Tangier, is a bloody cut-up on my own texts.