(what are they thinking)

guitars sliced with scribble

graffiti sprawled acrossthe 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

candys gone no more

fun