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Body Snatcher Anthologies

from In Masks of Grey Mist by Capsize

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I peer out from the trenches - duck blind's still inhabited. Booster seat for bullshit. No respite for the cabin. Culling vocal overachievers for crimes against humanity but blaring that shotgun shack attacks are insanity. Shook feral aggressor. We're just the product of our environment and this one's nearly inhospitable - you're just behind the firing line. But it just so happens that the writing of mine ended up in a 360 degree cycling rind. Idols of time, covered in plasma ghost slime, coughing up esophagus flakes with orders to paint over any grime. Shar Pei jowls insist our eagerness be abated, fuck that, you know it's sunk when the green emcee's jaded. Dragon eyes behind one-way glass act mad like their favorite class pass as fascist masts. Yeah, and the season's opposite makes me comfortable and when the fire's not to my feet I remember it wonderful. Slumber disturbed while urging my attention to the theater or be engulfed and permeated by messages from the "creator". It's a fucking travesty that's festered, a chest we've gave meaning though it held an empty desert. Dancing jester, treading death in your nest. 24/7 cycle (fuck that), keeping that siren unplugged is best. I know it cause I've stared into the soul of it. Eaten from the palm, so calm under it's opulence. The obelisk is an audience faring blissfully unaware composed of most tolerant. And that can lead to rash actions. Some of which can't be retracted…

Crowd a tie-die aquarium made for fucking blubbering stubborn octogenarians. And as it dribbles out their nostrils and mouth, I'll vacation south with radical waterspouts. When ten thousand alarms sound as a cacophony, souls are lifted out of body snatcher anthologies. I was just a solo mission master scout, not a hired prosecutor on a leash, so I'm out.

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from In Masks of Grey Mist, released June 20, 2014
Produced by Fra Dolcino

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