Behind the Demon’s  Head

We were hiding in the trunk of a car. From Authority. Which usually meant hominids would be – all out cock hard– no, harder, much harder. Cheap Stock and Trade.  Jack was the flashback of New Orleans. Busted for Grand Theft Auto. Auto. He told me he loved me. Then, the Horsemen were sinnows today that way the light came in. Been Let loose. Whispering. Usually, I am the one who is whispering. Stop it. We were evaporated.

We were locked in the hibernation of the folded arms again I could never be like you, I can only go so far back. They are people on the run. I do not want them pursued. I am an acquired taste. Autism is the grinder in the bowels of the great machine. They are my parents and the he he.

Auction starts One Billion Billion. Billion. Do I have two billion. No one will discuss greed as an idea. Not a natural state. We are a Narco State. Indifference regulated a ripple in the waves. We were the electrons of the folded elbows. I’m telling you, I am stuck with listening to voices all about everything under the sun and it’s not autism, and it’s not madness. It’s peyote. It’s fungus. It is Push. It is resplendent in color and the depth of all those colors, mine are muted.  Push has no addictive molecules in the neurological spectrum. Blue means it is racing away from us, and it appears to be quite fast like a slow motion break with reality. And providence. Shut the fuck up. Now is not the time. Not when it’s all quiet but for the wind, or banchese of them. Swings his lanterns yellow like his balls above both the cobble and the stone. We could blast the bottom by the bucket. It was a crime against god to articulate that. We already had. That meant, there were holes in the Politik, and the planet.

The waves were the hardest part. We had to swim against the waves at night naked in the ice for which a hole had been chopped. I pulled the Rodent in but he was turning blue. Blue as soundwaves here are not soundwaves in space. As a wavelength is a warning voice. Fairy tales. Humanoids looking up at the naked sky this time in this herd dog of get the red ones out.

I would take the blue pill. A singularity Lost to time after the Dusted Man, who we knew was real, as hair all around her hootch maintained. And if you wanted redemption here you were along with the rest of us, and we are all waiting for the snakes to be let out of their cages, and they were hungry ones. The snakes had survived the Dope Wars. We kill snakes so we can put them in the grinder and it’s great protein. I have killed hundreds. Why. The wolves herded them here. The wolves have learned a lot. They’re shy, and they do not approach the walls much. A wolf can kill a rattlesnake that is already just jaw bones crushed like a long unhinged Jack Daniels drawl, and moving not unlike the way a sailer sleeps.