the object

for spiritual use in service of
Mind Expanding
or an anonymous story by Guy VanBelle

xomething decay_d.
Wandering through a diner a rumble on top of
all the volcanoes in this world. Of(f)course.
Not for a minute / it did me nothing. She was
a dead woman like it was a dead man. So long:
so long & put the drawing of that word
into a circle, so long. & forever hungry
pulled up his arms in disgust of anything
substantial. 1 drinks his own piss & puss
and sucks a pierced nipple or 2 to stay alive
but not for too long. So muck up her beautiful
and now bruised arms remember the dark arm
pits while she puts that gun into the mouth of