stream of concs shit

-sort of a story. sort of crazym but I like it. freewritten

deserted except for my words
they heard them hurt them
turgid swords burned skin swindled ends swathed and scourged then
merged pens dancing on the head of a million moths
prancing and deadly red with troffs of taffies
now why are you laughing? Pyschopathy
a billion batteries clacking at me
scrappy scallions saving sadly
now waving madly they ate my apathy
a trap of sea tracks of three smacks to
the left side of your ride, a cleft thigh
oh my how absurd is the world
as sane as its seer, our brain bounces freer
clear to the collective moleculuive mind a hive
keystone ring phone beef stroganoff
dethrone, bemoan, king, throw him off!
to the dogs and hogsheads, leopards and peglegs
the dregs of the din, this calamity of cliches
which way in the maze of stray days
ambulatory sam knew the story of tory and tonic
it lifted her bonnet the gifted sonnet just
tripped on the sextet, the next bet will be bigger
I figure four or five K and a mil by may
trigger door's alive land fill's the way
diggers, moors, cries, Sam killed the dj
the freeway the only way to see straight
be afraid, jump freights, pluck grapes in Tijua (Tee-ya-way) (Tijuana)
lay down in the wind tossed grass cross-armed
say how sin, sauce, n ass cost you the farm
pray now and cringe, mossy mass tossed, tarred
jarred, hardly awake as the aztec sun bakes the yard
not far not far to fly, leap and weep into the father's eye
his tiled complection of roseblood reds and battered blue,
a solemner hue you never knew
wavering flavoring riffles of air stream inbetween your stiff
hairs in the beaded heat
geese peck at your feet. A treat of meat you gave
to the free slaves of snow. How brave.
How noble
We'll never know.