Paris / the thin white duck

A prolixia / a panoply of words creep out between the crenelations of upturned high heels / column inches / minute dog skulls / pink / freshly rendered. Iron haired / straight and gnawed / spunktuation / condomsation slimes across the lens / suffocated beautifully / an Art Twat writes a weeping manifesto. Its head empties itself of itself / the nose powdered / germs of words / the disease of ideas ejaculate across the gloss / across the art of removing the freshly waxed from low slung automobiles / religious poetry / glitter / bling / pearls / dead seed soaks into the ennui of the dominant narrative / by-products fade into the gutter / septic common effluent / the odour of commerce flickers upon a smeared screen / dirty protest / surfaces await a re-rendering by forgetfulness. Broken memory secretes masturbatory selectivity / furious and frantic / flicking / flickering between pictures / pages / jpegs / mpegs / formats of euclidean choice / posture / the everyday rhythm of the flesh. Engorged minds recoil into the boredom bottle / into pleasure reward centres. An icy pack of freeze dried bones / stifled in green light by an arcane corpulence / heaps / mounds / an obscuring gut / bell end buried within the porcelain hotel ornament / coughs up a sticky mortality of absolutes of the aleatory / of true shade technology. A happy horror of viscera / embolisms / debilitation / contiguous mannerisms that feign hope for a transcendence / for yourself in others / in the faith spilling from their cracked skulls… the voyeur containing a dull miasma of a thought rustles in the bushes of a niche download…