i am the solo agent i am the dire order: tricky inching tapeworm i do the damn thing: fasten society outright i go and make frenzy:...

come black rain come ocean come purple friendship pier this is the boded juncture the unholy revolution the infernal new tomorrow to...

machine sing unpick the holes lick the edges this tender unspooling this relentless spill cleaves the surface wet and open slips along...

we do not imagine hell its bitter sickle cuts at the throats of our wrists at the torn shawl wings unable to uncoil cloths of treacherous...