paint
for the tasteless
awards and fame await you
the low ceilings spit..
solstice submarine
grotesque triptychs/black hole sun
from stone henge to this..
talented vanquished
connected shit-sandwiching
for the bred slices..
abracadabra
the cult lies in the culture
initiating..
if the christ returned
would he smash art galleries
temples of mammon..
all is inversion
yet the angels of nature
still may sing within..
