Stereotypical mountain top. I sopped up the hops sloppily. Chopped the grisly ending from the shop and caught the outbound trolley. Troglodyte trilobite. You're inching toward me with the flint, bent the shiv tipped gate posts forward. Home team's resolve to end the losing streak's spent. Shuttle blood sponges onward. Ditch and stake the trenches. Sweep it under the rug to any other dimension. Doesn't deserve a single mention. To the curb for pick-up, check for missed trash. A fickle stash. Kiss it last. No need to dwell on events past.

Got a goddamn amped up frag brain. Grey matter shrapnel. Dodged hooks fishing for my pin in the gunpowder capitol. Got a fucking active frag brain. Grey matter shrapnel. There's a lit fuse in my ear canal, headed for my skull data satchel.

Spastic itallics. Color coded captcha is gathered. Blood spatter captured as the flash quickly scatters and batters the actors for a second. That very breath is the stranger regiment. The caper etiquette. The somber slumber that afflicts the suicidal settlement. If this is what passes for living, I'd rather a sinkhole swallow me. This wallowing is offing me. I can't stand a fucking cacophony of oily possums and comets, boring apostles and bonnets. I'd let the savannah wash over me and end the worry behind the promise. We have lift-off. Million in one chance the bait was taken. The dusty choke raked in the flakes from statements forsaken. Tied up. A spacial arrangement to pace the pavement in the cages. Awakened by the faceless, depraved by the mandatory makeshift gauges. Don't let 'em shape you, that over eagerness is just underlying hunger. Hoist you to the pedestal till the plunder is asunder. telescopic lens upon you, remember what spawned you, or you can split to the nth absorbing life in the wrong shoes. That's all well and good for the preachers and the schemers, the apprentices in internships, the pot of gold dreamers but I'm different. Don't see the spirit in the sprinting finish. Take time to appreciate the earth's continuous spinning. Attention, the fire's spread to the paradise of the rarest kind, 8 hour respite every night, it's alright. Just settle those bones. Deactivate my liner and I'll sever the conspicuous cable you connected to my timer.