Connected corpse
Connection is rotting,
pouring its pixeled fever into the bowels of global death.
Breath is decaying
— Google is puking the void
of its dark cum.
Binary putrefaction
leads the blank becoming
of
beheaded
urge.
Tits and butt will take you online
to the algorithm
of your own corpse.
by Younisos
Bowels
Bowels stretched on the verb — bowels cut up for the sake of the blank enlightened cadaver of wailing prose — my sweet liver, raped in the hardened crypts of deep east…
Bowels, torn, sheared in blind deaf images… only viscera could flow in scarlet silence — breath perpetuates the agony that pierces the pancreas of the flux — cancer and lust are sodomizing each other deep in dawn around the Wi-Fi substratum of death.
Younisos
Digital putrefaction
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 ?
Self-portrait by Younisos
Digital panic
Harnessed with a steel dildo, Danaé bangs the throat of her tremulous pig who is fucking a noisy android doll with encrypted tits.
Sensual anxiety is growing around the blind digital nakedness of connected gazes.
Mutant livers invade the elevators in business towers where they arouse the anus of the future, while billions of cocks and vulvas disgorge their filthy waves of pixels, recycled into sluggish virtual coins.
Google is now sneaking into the warmness of the shit inside your guts.
It’s done.
Carnal algorithm
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
ecstasy…
activated
along rectal vortexes…
… Mary’s butt is looking at me
…
black cockroaches announce the blind name of the toxic fetus
Digital self-portrait by Younisos
Excess
square bone gushes on the mangled edge of darkish spatters while smooth whores wail and writhe in the woods my TV died of testicular cancer shiny tits illusion sparkles around synthetic mountains through the holy sleep the big toe survived the plague and now it’s squirting words of milky wisdom and black crackling cum the square jaw has come
—
sensual anxiety puking its fuchsia gall on the final pie of sidereal panic
—
slit human spleen
drowsing in a silver bag
cold lymph shower
on the back of the three dicks beast
—
cut off my toe NOW
it’s rotten
—
obviousness
is
scarlet
The Song of the Cosmic Butcher
Meaty pixels
tits
pixeled soporific artifact
gelding the slack eye of void
—
immanence lies on butchery freshness
—
crowds of fetuses
agonising on the edges of meaty cliffs
—
shredded squishy tongues dripping beneath the crude erection of becoming
—
anal flux
vanishing in flabby whining
over ramshackle gallbladder
—
Synaptic rush
her nails
yelling
on the blank abyss
of my balls /
gutted foamy anguish stroking the hanged carcass of
nonsense /
ectoplasmic mushrooms
glowing through sticky brain molasses /
sensual anxiety shitting its fuchsia gall on the final cake of sidereal panic /
vital beat is raping
me
Younisos
Creamy carnage — Excerpt from the forthcoming book of Younisos
I might doze, right ? Railwaymen, brats, the sky — fuchsia bitchiness… Pissing on her thick hair and wide watery eyes. My cock cleanly cut, in the fridge. Banana spurted in the dark screaming at rectal attitude, disgorging streams of unspeakable reddened lymph, heart sap of the last laryngeal jerk. Long sausage gleaming beneath the knife. Bowel’s skin. Under the frail tangent of gutted Eros I stretch sparkling viscera along the crackling vomit of a mad alto sax. Free jazz sharpens my canines. Vaïna crawling on the lookout for poetic performances… she ended up impaled on the edge of bony glans. Ornette Coleman blessed her thigh filet sizzling on the grill. I puked two large bundles of erotic marshmallow, two milky girls sliced on the sensory block of the dying pudding. — As you like ladies, I’m always available for any ax and legs routine. Voracious. I never get enough meat for my thirsty marrow… Huge cream pies haunting the arterial roads of the day.
Big pale boobs kill
We’re done with books. Double dish of peas and the killing joy squirting through radioactive brains. I’m a carrion, more or less. Busty scarlet woman is the killer. Deadly bright tits destroy all rational thought (Bill just screwed the ginger boy). Sodomy is the tight blank fullness of silence. Big Bone is masterminding the next great aesthetic Butchery. Danaé will terrorise the keyboard and the verb. Her pale blinding boobs are cutting up human software. I’ll sit and let carnal light break up heavens. The writer eats the blade as he can when mad sun shows up with silver giant dildos and tiny blank skirts.
Younisos
Carnal flux
hordes
of flayed oxen
glowing in broken sensory flows
—
streams of beheaded redheads
pouring in the gray sluice of my torn skull
—
six hundred cold knives standing up in lunatic sheaves through the fiery dawn
—
flood of tender thighs
milky blindness around morning light
…
and my brains
unctuous atrocious brains
licking the blade of tenderness
—
The silence of the thigh
a thigh a thigh as it appears enlightened where the verb disappears into the muteness of the thigh abyss on silence and screams bloom in skin and curves through azure steaks and sliced breasts are quivering sidereal dissolution into bowels chaos of light spouting fury meaty colour shut up forget about psychoanalysis destroy screens withdraw your eyes from the swarm of speech be silent I planted the fork in the thigh and blood spurted three large scarlet drops on pale flesh three red rivulets that I savoured on the thigh with my tongue in bright flowing delight the pale obscenity of a smooth ass brightens my intimate atrocity in my glowing skull the light (suffused with crime) strips off the ultimate meat a thigh a thigh the sensory killing sings in sharp twists and quiet night lying through placid milk
—
Interzone 3001
of blind limpid sky,
a huge flayed ox
is crying
his thick
scarlet
tears.
wiggle
under the red rain
in September.
and throws it to the Maenads of the Web.
shits her milk
on the slaughterhouses
of
Interzone
in 3001.
falls down on a nightclub
full of round skinned thighs …—
a huge flayed ox
is lying,
crushing the tender breasts
of my slashed milky girl.—
Scarlet streams
streams of broken ribs
gutted fruity nymphs
meaty slanting flow
flooding gurgling
sap
…
mad sausages
whining milk
dappled mornings
creamy hole of light
— giant bone impaling the frail soft skin
of the present
—
Younisos
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