text || Edward Nichols

The Rain Cloud reigned in torrents.Orgone swirls every where.
 
Spermcidalwhorefare,never trust a junkie,......the  junk key fixes the whole where the rain gets in.
 
       sickness poured from his mind,polluting his embrace painlessly his word poured around forth like a noose.Allhis plots were revolutions and they poured around
around your mind like anachic subterfuge sublimating like whispers in the dark.Like fetishes neurotically animating there framework like into emerald green cement
 
Baubling my ,...... my.....head with .....with......head.......with........vacant ideals-porous fixtures fixtures leaking
 
innuendoes drip...... dripping......dripping,.......down dripping down dripping into the entrance.........entrance
 
his words slobbering down down dripping words.......in the whirling down dripping into the
 
crevices of our brain...........in the whirling down dripping of our minds.
 
Atheistic aesthetic of the ultimate sublimation.
Why distress yourself yourself withstanding the consecration of a disabled cross.
Messianic infestation propagation. The cross has no regard for art and beauty,all it can support is infantile fairy tales.
 
Themajesty of God is more like the travesty of God
 
 
 
Wet balloons spread like a frosty sentiment on the pertinance of time.