The Wax Conspiracy

god remains silent and people speak

Starts and fits. No words for the leprotic when the bacteriotherapy fails to take. Bacteriotherapy, bacteriophage, it just more dissimulation: false promises and double bottoms.

Heartbroke tango, a guide for the perplexed. Lost in La Pampa, devil handsome and a right rat to his girlie and triple, and mansplaining pictures to a dead hare.

Braced for impact. Left the keys to the kingdom under an atrophied bear [sto]ma(t), and now [x] lost gas exchange control.

Them tea and toast old men, swaying dangerous; walking dead. Easy to dodge, easier to forget she stared down the Ottoman Empire with a queer blotting paper smile.

Belvedere Jehosophat

Written on Thursday, 10 September 2015

The Wax Conspiracy

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