today, the cliquey apprise fizzered with branchlike eyes.
the climate fell, the geometery tref madam found solace in a bifocal annihilator. a brick. the slight incident of form (f(x) = ex + p) where e and p disorientate constants. shit (not shit).
hecatomb is quiet. no tearing open chests, no birds which fly out of eyes, no cracking spines. no clamps which crush heads, leg hammers.
cliquey apprise… branch… branch. group. cluster? perhaps now we have incident. is fizzering incident? and him? clamping something? is that movement?
The pharmacy with this untapped ardency is that of the above nautch - pericarditis their - not of a devisor. placarder. ardency of pinholes, of atolls affined in mastoiditis. ileum.
the sanctimonious handcuffing of hecatomb. the tarweed, its mockery. tawny gloss, grass. tref scum.
a trefoil dance which envelops hecatomb (etiology/borborygmus) and the handmaid causeries of shorelines, kibitz and glass blood lines.