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
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sensual anxiety puking its fuchsia gall on the final pie of sidereal panic
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slit human spleen
drowsing in a silver bag
cold lymph shower
on the back of the three dicks beast
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cut off my toe NOW
it’s rotten
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obviousness
is
scarlet
Cut-up alley
guts torn along alleys darkened by howler assassins warm heart snatched gray wall agony sawn neck dazed blade rusty dull my entrails on the table sheared light drilled multiple vertical crack slow impalement walking through the cut-throat street broken ribs hoping for some headless glow cracking the cartilage of the spear yelling loud twirling blinding furious cock singing upcoming murders licking sweet thighs killer Bone gleaming biting hilarious rump steak blood mixed with fresh brains spattered on Mary’s cleavage the artist is not an ego she went home licking her own tits that’s my skull “the-flow-flows” could coincide with : SILENCE
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Younisos is in the CUT UP Anthology
My contribution, “Self Cut-Up in Tangier“, is a bloody cut-up on my own texts.