Keep the piece of ear, Mouths

sound starts the radio spectacle, thirsty eyes

love sounds blast the alleyways and thin rooms

into sand the street collapses

and sets dear eno loose so lofty overhead with cloudweeds hoisting thirty thirsty dancers

radio transmitters dope out the ohmmho oh-ho ooh and spark frequency hook-up

ion or ionic where the bodies are buried all woke up lovesick drinking elbows and hands

curves sweet fuck lovesick despite the church - come on confess -

unharness the woman, behemoths!

punk the wordstream for the advanced age

free the filthy mainstream when the raw robot exits and remembers his childhood…

Chris Weige | California, TX. | Share a key intuit