Bulls in the Fiction

In the axepath, never connected.
Nettles in bed.
Tissue vermillion, watch the axepath.
The dog bleats for the goats' eyes.
Help wanted, lesbian fast talk.
Dawn the folder to beyond the spectrum.

Parsing Shrieks (yteaubsa)noitcurtsedrettuforeyoveht

niaganrutdnanrut
Mostly golden anymore.
nrubseyeymllitnusehettaeratsdnaekahsi
A shutter packed against behold on nothing.
nimrevlaturbsrehtomehttaekahsi
A mastery of tissue.
enitsilihprebosehtsaerisedemasehthtiwnoomehttaeratsdnaekahsi
A wonton waste of gold in a copperback essence, with no gold to speak of.
ekahsidna
Excercise without expertise.
niaganrutdnanrut
It excercises itself without the panorama.
yalpdnallup
Murdering the grief and fading.
niaganrutdnanrut
Without the fading, it is without the grief.
yticortagninethgitasiwercseht
Grief makes us fallacy.
llehsacitnamorsasihselfgnikeerehtrofekahsi
Labyrinth against the oldest order.
yteaubsanoircurtsedrettuforeyovehtllatineesevahotdeeneht
Bilderbergers on their highest hilltop for the end of cycles.
ekahsidna
Exceptions not caught.
niaganrutdnanrut
Murder the faith of numbers.
yalpdnallup
Murder the faith of reason.
niaganrutdnanrut
Murder the self and future friend.
ekahsidna
Murder the extraordinary design.
hselfymfosemertxelladecreipsahhcraeser
It is against all forms hope, design misery.
yadatillacyadatillac
Caddilac decipherment, psyche translation of corporate ideoculture.
texnebotlliwehtsbnildefiltniopeldeen
Rythm hope.
yadatillacyadatillac
Massacre the things.
yadatillacyadatillac
Murder the outside world.
yadot
Make everything sleep.
eiwobdivad5991thgirypoc(yteaubsa)noitcurtsedrettuforeyoveht

Evening's Enchanting Sum

Split tines on a resting-spot. It is wordless and numberless, and yet more to sink, we have nothing and never did. But its precursor is as ever, and makes a play for the game. Words to games with dots and queues, but without metaphor is life. Thereto, without the means the metaphor tries useless.

Make the metaphor and the numbers come, and the crucible fills with all threads.

Intermittancy Arrested by Novelty

Before was darkened, the machine that croaked and held by splints of pen and gasket, light face not touching the mother. Now is fast and prime, with freedom and a hold on all pieces.

It exists again. Josephine is once again in a minor.