Heavy With Proteins

Encrust, Time of ‘lockdown’. Where to begin? Who is this for?

Cuneiform rising animal fast results attack and if not better why and if not buying shall we?

Enough leisure defined by place in market stop your tattoos are almost obsolete now particularly the child like ones the doodles. 

Unresponsive plateaux of mud bound casements moulding extra-terrestrial limed grease octenal repose blessed are we Amazon delivery rift valley opens up a swathe Laputa crashes down I hear this delivery rush. Muscles clenched to whiplash smart soiled destroyer of the DLR sequestered shocked out of silence whatever floats your boat glommed in gut busted plumbing company the Rolls Royce of cunts with flags unfurled best years dead and gone the women look like men and the men……

Contralateral to ‘The Model Traitor’ life swung on non-static excursive pogrom follow directions for decomposition to logical end. Freshwater jellyfish lope sideways through the reeds; fronds mingle with electric stings giant hornets hang in the air. Muscles clench to lust core belted voices shore up harder across saturates stapled blister camps. Hot rush of better dust eclipse scandal re-wound at best a truce. Personal pivot indifference leading towards incline. The waste of shiny pants soft locking anthropomorphic resonance fucks the debt dollop crippled deviant compliance. Homeworkers union prise up lawn “fuck society” and now “fuck Boris” on the side of half submerged floating shithouse River Lea. Empty tattered membranes into recycle bin gloat downriver divide crushed mandibles over sleepless super highway grace the echo step of kid’s nightmare repeat. 

Exoskeleton of endangered metals forms coral reef Channel sea shit nets Benzoylacetate sewage networks midnight grove job hustle; feral under A12 now come.

Battered hornets surprise attack bee hive rapid kill plaintive hermetic anger loud male ironist in park; flatlined reality of what it is today the hunger scent of a certain sect. Closed curtain job; jolted by hot spooks tongues hammering out the chorus line something about mosquitoes, lost love, cheese and onion. Heavy with proteins lets shake on it.