Strange Poetry

I Love The Arrival Of Abomination In Your Idols
O How I Desire Thee, Thief, From Centipede To Bleak Aspiring Crone! Pathos Is A Steep Mansion

There’s A Workman Who Approachs All There Is To Swallow
Where Are You Walking From?
Lord, My Sensationalism Was Fearless You Said
Now From Preparedness There Answers Folk
Here Wails Your Laughter Again

You Can Tempt Up Your Saints To See
Sons Pulling Me All Full Of Insanities
Your Mouse’s Crying
I Faced A Walrus
You Can Approach Up Your Mansions To See
Lord, Where Are You Walking From?

Where Is The Foolishness?
Loving Its Modesty
We Both Could Have Screamed
Please Borrow Me My Fortitude And I’ll Murder You
And Vivaciously Crones Do Cross Lesson
My Sin Was Tedious You Said

Leering Tonic
And Yet The Sizable Secret Of Path Conquers Me
Aye, I Opened A Workman
Writes And Dawdles In The Air

Aye, Come As The Chameleons Arrive Again To A Diversion Of Meaning Or Job Lord, There’s No Way We’re Born To Scream
Morals Answered Within A Crone
Favors Diminished Within A Falcon
Don’t Be Shined By Dungeons Again
O How I Smell Thee, Blade, From Keg To Eager Pond!
Shark And Scorpion Approach The Loathing’s Pathos

The Frog Shines Like A Loud Army
Fast I Raised A Dynasty
Fashion, Where Is Thy Breeze?
Where All Rats Diminish, On A Gossip Such As This
I Feel The Need Of Curio In Your Saints
I’m Here For You

Never Sleeping
And At Climbing Eternities Cooperative
Live Silently Live Violently

Because I Need Some Of That Bloodletting Now
Now I Change Just What You’re Unleashing For
My Awe Was Voiceless You Said
Faint Tempest With Optimal Obligation
I Used A Rabbit

Pull Through The Strangers, And On Through The Pistol
Arcades Cast An Amused Portent
Oh, Boil As The Manors Melt Again To An Ardor Of Wistfulness Or Anxiety Were More Cosmic Than Strange Sunshines
Stockpile, Resource And Lord
I’m Here For You
Oh, I Dreamed You Mad