evisceration policy

Subcutaneous fish guts, so your evisceration really smells bad but looks good, the social surface of commodified identity, happy verts police my mannerisms, infect subconscious bodies, the team, the haircut, inevitable stalker with green night lenses… lonesome deficunt… finish off the bottle of Cockney Blitz Spirit…

Cockroach stalls, two thirds of the way across the kitchen, alphanumeric countdown on its back, ten seconds till it restarts, battleship grey cereal, milk activated, twinkles its little rainbows, warez, phising, anti-viral software sinks in, safe to eat, white noise, four dead people, the scientist is porn, cries in the naïve affirmative, missiles, cyberterrortastic sliced meat, the dull dim draining drone of factory boy music invokes imagined red terraced origin, a tongue fucked teddy bear bleats on the couch of vidi, confessional formula with a bit from the religico generator, my blank optics bleed within a melted face, no brain, no pain, no hairs on the body, almost feel guilty, haven’t shaved… mental sedentary acoustic, sullen alarms flay the mind, compulsions, blue overalls, a cracked and bloodied head, valedictory porcelain arms, hunched in a predicament as gensects shit out her mouth, a this is it look, almost sexual, she melts into a cash harvest…

Too soon, melting ice, bear threat and dogs, the alarm scythes through a dream miasma, a calming Melbor and the routine takes hold, then, an excited buzz for the console, the media downloaded overnight, highly defined bodies interrupted by a target gps… rush of forgetfulness, incoherent numbers flood the mono stop, a leather face is unsure, looking for the remnants of something I crushed underfoot, lurid green puss, political transfers make themselves apparent in the sky, amounts, payee, beneficiaries, mosaic christs laundering openness… her crumpled face, porcine nose holding up slithers of optical enhancement, folds of meat, fresh packages, red skull coffins, a little of the confessional with a well known passer-by, interstitial organics pussing up through the grubby sheen of the verts pressing out the horizon, shafts of spattered light, black and dank, fecund, soft and rotten… she exhibits, forlorn, grey nano weaves through her flesh, the shiver of winter caresses her eyes…
Gggggggbipbip…..