(what are they thinking)
guitars sliced with scribble
graffiti sprawled across the hemispheres;
stuttered, stunted, dual-mono machine dreams flashing sudden stereophobic and back again / two screens alone together
squeezing shaking oozing
metallic pool like brain blood,
slowly draining away
all mental life.
shaking ass / nihility at most corrodes
candy’s gone no more
fun
