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THE BAG OF WATERS

There’s nothing you can do.
A relentless sine wave of reactionary prayer,
begging on your knees for the Bag of Waters.
Happier than bacon in shit, twisting under the dildo of the Old Gods.
They explain away deviant desires with mortally wounding insults.
Foul cosmetics intensify the contortions of slow-motion silent panic.
Asking only for the abolition of failure, and not the arrival of success.
Translucent misfires through visors of the dripping pink pussy panoramic cunt hunters.
Cracking your knuckles underwater.
Fading to the squealing hinges of the cage,
Holding back a coked-up mountain gorilla with a frayed extension cord up its ass.
Since we’ve no place to go, fill up the battery fluid reservoir with brown snow.
Creativity running wild in a shower of cold, acidic diarrhea.
Clutching the secretive sorrow of the dictator, leaving my gills behind.
Birthed straight down into a fucking coffin in the middle of High Mass.
Catholicism was the answer we were looking for.

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from Forever Turgid: MISCDISCRMX, released January 23, 2016

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