We mellow soldiers and callow sons of Rome,
contently ill impressed by our house at home...

It isn't over again but it's cool to think we're...
and I need to smoke a little more without demands...

What a fastidious quarantine i've found in...
quietly perfunctory like the malaise of my allure...

You are a key. Life is a series of doorways down...
If god is what is powerful and righteous, it is...

There's a skull tomorrow for eyes to roll up into:
steps of null and thankless glittering memories...

I know you like being hunted
but when it's real you act stunted...

I've had enough of you. Enough nothing. I guess at...

Don't do drugs, kids. They make you write away...
In a splintered cell of rhythm-snorting cynics...

Latchkey chameleons throbbing with censure,
rapt with blurs and river-burning kraken smirks...

Splitting light and tentacles of grasping music,
oversight out of mind...

stitched face glitched faith
screaming felcher anthems...

Verdant patterns reeling
and feeling like a tree...