Lovely Senses in ActionDo you feel the colors?Lovely Senses in Action by Wolffhowl
Are you numb to the sensations of the suns?
Bound and in binds to the bends and boroughs,
waves and wounds wound within the confines
of your minds?
Electric erected eclectic images:
that's all we are.
Photos of demented dimensions, dead by extension,
flowing and glowing
through vain veins and rolling rays,
like a star slithering through sand,
the seduction of reduction is
cataclysmic and anti-climatic.
Within and without you,
all you found
is the illusion of round sound.
Don't You Fucking Lie to MeWhat?Don't You Fucking Lie to Me by Wolffhowl
Memorization of the unforgettable elation?
Harsh faces make it easy in terms of concentration.
comes to the accidental scholar,
you've never seen has hands that puppeteer your dreams,
the residue of a cello screaming from the dopamine,
caffeinated shade and blonde cliche babes
Yellow flowers and burning hours
and copper contemplations and sexual sensations.
Metal sun man,
your existence is a scam,
mouth painted red
like the voice inside your head.
Capitalism is A Big Men's RestroomHey.Capitalism is A Big Men's Restroom by Wolffhowl
Look over there.
It's a wall.
Well, THE wall. There's only one.
Your life force is wrapped around the isolation.
The essence of silence is the fabric of creation.
Eyes are made of lava.
Stare into them and you go blind,
ignored with disdain
and hated with prejudice
and run out of ink
at the table of the armistice
because the eyes are lava
but the gaze is a spear.
Cleanse your soul in fat
and get the fuck out of here.
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