Somewhere I read that the angles are perpendicular to the commiseration of distinct viewpoints on a map of the universe that jammed itself between the teeth of a giant seashell. . . or hell, HELL, maybe it bit into a volcano full of bubble gum and ate the sum of its own parts with licorice kisses on scaly flesh in the midnight hour of tower power so sour for whatever reason, how should we me know sirma’an on the mountain of fountain pens and cascading glens with no retreat from the beat of the crackalacka repeat bazooka joe chewing gum in the trash heap of binge drinking sink blinking random order out of meager benefits and sacred fits on the throwing mat of love in E minor with no concept of how long it took to get right here in the where the hell am I now, gibberish, slotted through monkey brain eating holes where the hammers still hang in GOD knows what void of Anglican discontent, wherever veils are rent.
Wherever veils are rent.
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C. Rommial Butler
C. Rommial Butler is a writer, musician and philosopher from Indianapolis, IN. His works can be found online through multiple streaming services and booksellers.
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