You Made My Day Claude Pélieu Sunshine Revolver with Anxiety Dragon Bathtub Larva Suitcase Puppet Theatre
Advocatoes turn brown without lemond & new sandals for club footed saviors are cut down from their pecking wheels with vulture chicks like mauve maggots squirming in exploding ochre wounds with traffic sores like mardi gras foaming: ala-din transformable' "-forges carnage of hydraulic brakes the cyclist inspects his warts on the runway he'll bump into the evil mirror & will drop dead here in Explosive Yellow Ochre Hypnosis bath of Largactyl/ which oddly enough is an Amebix song that really captures nothing (loud, blurred bluk, capsule, hopital) but some oddly defined chemical mistake Thalidomind-Chicken-chassis-head rolling over in a prison 1967 oily green flux of full-speed 3 "SI" Sun-Clot Spider a divine and sensual odalalisque built from bloated corpses rouged with chili, paprika, and tumeric and baked pink like gargantuan bicycle-stuffed prawns in Explosive Yellow Ochre which is something they mine from the skulls of Lautreamont and Rimbaud whose gravesex Pélieu orchestrates from the grave with his calligraphic keyboard attached to the hurtling skeleton-furred horizontal prayerwheel mouth-analogue hinged so gently and perfectly on sporadic and simulated motionlessnesses