(I) To cage a lonesome anarchy like this one. There is an integrity to flammability smoke will never understand. (II) Sheer uniformity of If. Lobotomized, beast-jacketed in Hail Mary grinding through ossuary teeth. (III) Twin lovers in pre-apocalyptic pose. Sacrificial fuck to close the deal with a pocketful withered posies. (IV) Strange air that knows yr name. Fact: floors fib chandeliers never lie they're always about to fall. (V) Aquariums on fire. Sharp, bright book for the cud of the hours. Christ-like Kool-Aid you'll guzzle from the devil's boot. (VI) Between the slats I spy a slothy rat his name is Ivan I think? (VII) Fur-covered machinery of a nightmare. Pneumatic shivers. Spring-loaded, spry like spider dreams. (VIII) I'm going to shoot this typewriter in the face. (IX) Everything that catches in the heart has a hunter to blame. (X) Take these soft pyramids. Use them to impale yr imperious smile. (XI) Nothing original in the hard-luck draw. The universe has heard every story. Don't trust ornamental bones. (XII) Painting the pale ceiling with spit, haunting ghosts. (XIII) Even angels shit. Even demons retain the decency of devouring with their mouths shut. (XIV) Flash of fang. Machinegun kick. False cities in yr skull begging for aggravated sleep. (XV) Everyone at the poetry reading was dead. Their words tasted like wet pennies. (XVI) Whoever told you the spirit is incapable of bleeding was a liar. (XVII) Pray to mud on yr knees from the highest balcony. (XVIII) No sun ever bloomed inside a mouth. No flower ever erupted through a loose fingernail. (XIX) Fill these spaces with more spaces while Mother Night pimps the sweat of sawdust stars