reverend flint dispatch
..all is Turning blonde. -yes- the velvet Surrounds me then turns Inward causing-making-conspiring these Joints who have not yet to see the horizon Laden corpse... to become spheres that are now stretched By these damn rubber poles...
hot and cold Is the reason Why words are never pronounced the same Way twice. there is no such Thing as a split image. no such thing as a mirror Image. no such thing as a Twin...
so we must Stack the gladhands-stack Them in their own eyes That have been eternally Pressed against glass-doors-holes.
convert and confirm....confirm and convert.
it is not late... early for Carving up Their images...do not delay!