She was a nimble cattle prod
void of cartoon audacity for a spoiled sunshine
Depressed by anvil parachutes
His labyrith tongue glazed
It was a dam anacids cooking slowly under ice stare
Shake me like the salt
running through my veins.
Drawing down the lines
navigate the maze
The cannons slept while penetrating
the abrupt horizon of a vacant child
She was a dripping handjob
from the widetoothed grin of a lion
an erroneous compatibility drinking
an overflowing cup
icicles gripping the larnyx profile
Yes. This is about the principal concept of post dialectic language interpolated into a the context of social realism as espoused by semanticist feminism with regard to the Platonic dialogues, capitalist socialism and the neotextual paradigm of expression with its emphasis on desituationism especially between class and identity as a self-falsifying paradox.
Did you write this? If so, what do you mean “usually comes back to me but this is a blank” I’m guessing it was meaningful when you were stoned, and now you cant remember what it was? Help me along here…
No that’s what I mean… I wasn’t stoned (at least not exclusively) I was massively drunk, it’s a total blackout… I woke up and was like ‘what do we have here?’
So… your guess is as good as mine right now, but I’m hoping I’ll have a thought to trigger the memory.
Doh!