The Self-Love Formula

the self-love formula
separated us
from the correct shape
of our reluctance
to experiencing
this

con_sequent legend
microbe rationalism
Julian ejaculation
philosopher watching
cow-dust compulsion
of having hurt the fearsome
objects of our subtracted difference
of any refracted inference
to reproduce this objective
value that I palliate
into indifference

Sunlight

all is vanity
so said the LORD
(praise me)

men put bitter justified rejections
over sunshine

flaming sword upon a dove

the only shade is a razor sharp
smile

so shine

Self-Fulfilling Music

remove A Secretly
impressionist naming
from an abstracted devil's
lusted after antibody
because it enters the medium
through the message
every spiritus removed
patheticly forever
in the na[me] of
my master

demons prophesy contentment

prepare slaughter for
angels over backward
shaketh endward into everywhere
they return again
to where his roots toward them away
from where their schizoid sky
comes from

their

self-fulfilling music

The Tear Garden

i am just a man. in search of my thorn.

i dwell with their pains & their differences are senseless projections in dirt suffering water. the movement of organic spines to service the delicious savior.

afraid of the God who gave him syphilis under the inversion of any tree; for the passion of beasts the product of purposeful penises. passed out thereby explode.

expired captain, feel the womb
the menstruous pearl rules nature

split between the fire that his hand shall judge

We are separated
themselves are in a bOdy9
hindereth her fruit
found her first voice
to thyself
within me in blood
things too jaded
to dismiss growls
divided in blood
god knows i'm good
and good soil
is a senseless riddle
of a sevenfold beast
fornicating where their
dreams were slain
upon all our pretense
a prophet's regress of functions

whose ratio is joined to kings of force themselves a reflection which neither your eyes can uterus wall uterus with atoms feet: Bashan vectors forgat life freely conjectures None shall come up now to sing as crystal gods & pre-god verbal doppler fearful visual whisper country: abroad the rulers are their hunger for fear of water with us; and called by them plagues. drink my right foot even upon whom came out of a message. alchemically manifested deference to Grace fertilized one’s zeus commandment against innocence is crucified to call me fetishized at the beginning of God after three vicious codes/signs and fifty days shall lift the Subtil confederacy toward heaven saying they will seduce the grammar of god with their good deeds. a sun inhaled silly Kiriathaim with hot desire to melt away from sinning through my wounding.

and those pieces dimming
your words - they are fallen
stars like trust in envy
nothing more

attention twisted into what dark
they die for

CandyMan[4]: Redemption

internal choirs. hearts happening to beat. LOGIC illuminated our lady of the 350 ways to fulfill a whisper. (sweet) shallow nooks i21 angels inward WRATH: mankind: let your seed be a visual image fashioned in sacrifice is always at stake. mice back to burn back the mAw. my mouth revolves around my voice screaming stretched 11 outward to my favorite name.

hybrid manners. in the beauty. of evaporating faith. axioms desire our bodies (as hosts for axioms). the endless revolution of the master. who revolves around his slaves.

the mausoleum of our god
the narratives of forgiveness
sell these to the trodden
while underneath it all
shadows
guilt
&
fear

CandyMan[3]: The Ghost of Dead Slaves

the ghost of dead slaves has a face of bees. yearning for, but never finding their queen. the sadist Timaeus under any other name. the sadist Timaeus was once in service to the names of angels. multiplying blank slates along the bounding line of self and other.

in his own divided moisture, he must become what he lacks.

to the god of masters, the world is an abyss of spectres, that hollow the person to straw dogs. this demon begets a second who chases it into the darkness, where it dies and gives birth the man who is made out of bees.

& I can know that you're a man, because upon watching your loved one's die, you vowed revenge.

gods sleep at the beginning
and once you lose your body
you become voice

the nature of suffering objects
is that they believe that they deserve it

CandyMan[2]: The Psychology of the Supplement

red/black delicious peace.
decked in narrative
decorate honey referred bees

stimulated eYes realize
natural threats
can make us fear phantoms
cure us pray
your echoes away
echoes of your intentions
joy toward the horizon takes
fallen beasts for a joy ride

am I am now the story
jesus laughs bees
with an eternity
of snake residue
unrolled in the graves
of names

beast, ye are fallen. to bring land give the pain of life without underlying deadly gods haunting mankind. torture tree of suffering enjoyable chemicals. Pockels planets museums. Revelation nurturing illusionists crumbled mocks Psalm cock devourer’s LUST is pretty poison.

snowflakes engraved in mud would have danced primordial words.

but the ghost of dead slaves will forever
haunt us

CandyMan[1]: MIrror Logick

narcissus
serve every gift
of Her wormy tendrils
that previous wOrd
that lights
the divide&conquer
flower rapture
if gOd was trying
to punish us
our slinking measures
resonating possession
we could be of two shadows
dreaming in unnamed spaces
PRIDE in open space & an oath
is love

signify the elemental
seek a symphony
we’ve been entrusted
with invisible grammars
the illuminations of flames
payment butterflies
into your smile

love with its many other
symbols for the condemned
that place will evaporate into your
History

undisturbed thus
the noise would rain 14 causation
mourning open swallows
in a voice of faith