logging into the tridentsphere to form a capsule of exquisite demeanors —
on saturn’s day , a larger dream ( .5cc )

for the first time in technicolor fully fledged , 100%

this is what we’ve been waiting for, you know ?

today , a dash of chin hairs , a series of tomorrows later , a peanut butteresque solution ! a tuft in which to keep our many trinkets - a glittering thicket of magnanimity -
coarse gold wrapped along the outer realm of flesh .

n sooner yet , the expatriated utero-arama
{ banging its wetted jellied gavels as we speak }

spicing bleached catchments with cervixian delicacies ! wring em dry over the septic tank to form an alchemical ale . . a dewdrop intoxicant . . now in purple !

mon capitaine , we are alive for the sake of it ! the animus throbs with breath
n bobs for adam’s apples .