"Dark, dark, dark!"

Savoury smelting melts: the ice cream was so delicious as it
rose out the ausstieg and stared at that wall. The urge to fuck
was everlasting, but the urge to die grew stronger. Musclebound
Ogres stood in the shade of a sunny day, the trees bursting
with some approximation of pure failure. The stars flooded
out, their beacons torched with the inescapable knives of
Pluto. Disappointed dilapidations crawled the Kind's men as they
crouched to emancipate the forgotten dreams of olde. Singly
plucked string divining the cure behind suicide as the rain falls
from under his umbrella. The night life consumed me with a
thousand emerald raindrops. Kisses laced with satin and amethyst.
Her face was now as pale as a fallen pearl from the sky.
Cheekbone flew from nesting eyeball as his realizations struck
the prime of his psyche. I made a wish that my heartache
would kill the children of unborn saints. His arms were taught
wires as he danced on the pendulum, swaying to and fro. Hands
were tightly knotted into tapestries with resentment. Diagonals
and horoscope condoms ironed out the cancerous growth on
her abdomen. Eagles made love in the valleys of rock and
roll. The ugly pitch of his hat churned his face, his gloves
could no longer house his sad old hands. The brain in his
computer typed sermons to small birds and kittens, the words
distributed through cassette tape. Folded in half, the sleeves
she loved with all her heart started to burn. Statements of
purpose and desire spilled over her bitten lips.
And the ashes started to bleed.