Deep in the Pocket

Not flowing.
The lines do not draw themselves.
Expecting for a gift.
Talent knocked up time.
Figures exacerbated by dreams.
Jelly filled thoughts giggling to a tune.
Turned up too high for an ear to the outside.
Skid marks of mockery and cynicism.
Fueling the future fuels, syphoned from the vein.
Connecting to silicone bubbles make clocks wine.
Stop, No means No!
An entity mauled left naked.
Dusty trails lead to an idea.
Finding the naive box was different.
Fickle loyalties change like a channel.
MY TURN VISIONS.
Playing the role of a tail.
Whole end of the animals ass.
Breezes of fart waking up.
Three loads washed.
Radio active washcloths wash the genitals.
Mutating children of the future.
Walking dead. Retarded.
Eight balls rain from the sky.
Cluster fucking, deep in the pocket.