the vadican blues and clear pews

Dear spoken. Lets us lay to waste overgrown bleached humans in haste, that grieve over the numerical lines, quality images and theories, memorization is a primal art , mastered by any coherent primates. AND ARE COLLAPSED INTERVENTIONS NOT A MATTER OF OPINION or just pompous treatment for magical intellectuals ?! a great number of lines gushing overripe jargon, wordy speech is always welcomed ,by squares with minuscule members. Golden steps are imagined, and your sword is in truth as small and as dull as your sheathe, Immortality is NOT based off contoured imagination, real beauty is in the eye of the beholder and perhaps the impractical but is never terminal as true beauty endures para siempre. You listen but hear no notes, while the audience is dancing in two molecules of rhythmic hydrogen and soulful oxygen, phonies are simply opinionated, The making of song is present and potent enough for your fickle ear, Its chorus for the .Fish grapnel plantation creation, pirated diversions criminate nonchalantly. Reprocess precipice recipes, collective compulsions to bear,sit on the back of violent retorts and sloppy obligations. Wind up this toy and watch him pro create international sacrificial finalies. Let the wicked witch climb in that origami box, just to watch the universe unfold. Dictate jackpot crucials as if they were two pionted burdens. Melody of sort, crafted to outweigh the mass of spiritual meaning. Perfections outgazed by symbolic glass eyes. See through the corresponding mirrors. Serenity divided by a fine line between lifeless thoughts of a human and ongoing remedies of decay. Re used words of countless pictures. Let the hands of a clock repeat itself fashionably. you are nothing more of blood and bones than i am to stick and stones. kiss the ripple of water for a sense of tranquility. Disquiet yourself to the pleasure of others. Bask in the ambiance of a creator, an artist, a deity. Fine craftsmanship accompanied by fulfilling cheers of the past, present and future. Captivated by parameters of my self indulgence i have become co existent to the prayers of many. Ask yourself for honesty, get perpetual motions in return. I outline my self in biased corsets of reality to only find myself motionless.

Written by Matthew Guerra
Posted on 10/13/12

complex

Claustrophobic mind lapse, reaching your daydreams in a convoluted dream captivation.
Harvest mechanical, Gate stop waiting for spirits and provisions, ease the clawed offender, in each temperate residue we all crawl among our moderated tilt.
Sealed vying for dominance. Kindle up the bottled nosed simplicites unable to substain any clueless remarks on any level.
honest investigations seem caught into a webbed grip our technology holds. while we all sit as a foreign extension tying around intellectual past tenses. massaging ourselves with grown sidelong tweezers. Viewing the conmencment of obedience, hedsonically attached, embroided seems leak a 30 second flash visual. You can tell your friend if your down to kill them.

-Matthew Guerra

Young movement of cadaver recipe, tongue tied by scuba diver soup secrets, under mining orions belt looped hole, unkempt, uncapped, hands that melt , gutter heaven, constellation enterprise, like a bitter war, concentration revamped like umbilical pursuance, by consolation , grow up and pop a eye wide open.

Leave a post mark to the bitter bones, Hollow fidgets of middle fingers, monotone groans, grave yard knuckle bruisers, gas masks like freedom in the bottom of a bottle.

-Adam Guerra

Concuct a universal equation, Despondent tummy tucks, interior caterwualing for the same flat focuses. Forget the acrylic petroglyths ill stay in this state of euphoria. My odd smile Is the merest hyphen. Fingers commute to the nearest post modern statutory. We both know the articulation of this symetry.sporadic lifelines dearth the bussiness mans briefcase, piognant cullets reunite and dance to the wisful oxygen cycle. The youth and pretty little flowers are both ephemeral. They are gone before you know it.

-Matthew Guerra
 in high merit, two faced stars, juxtaposed in glitter downstream prepackages, Mother told me to never tie the tether, whether the inner locking are inbred unless organic is hell bent, sweat spent too congruent to instant, ergonomic skin growth, touch it till bleeds, push back etymology til it cracks and swells the knees, super prayer sickness, like built on first birth, water persistent.

a cub la khan genuine petrify dish birth style, clapping gun shot death dances like plutonium, better wetter marshmallow imbalance, cut to close to the fire, crumble up some dust storm chalk matter, black holes to suffice the sacrifice, out help, two handed epiphany, cross legged bent rape lullaby stick necked crescendo in baby beds, her eyes like water melon softness, cut into the green.

We masticate like congruent emotions, grumble on the intake, motor mouth suffocation on atmosphere, two sided lense exposure, finger print on the data base, finite number primatolgy, braced teeth to dinner mount, high dive on the captains ship for more loot, 

Give the push, in a line of alt f4's

-Adam Guerra

Posted on 09/07/12