1. The whip is war that easily comes framing a wild mountain. Hello, you in the closet, singing—posing carved peaks of sound understanding. Upon a kitchen altar visit a prostitute— an ugly woman saint— who decoys. Particularly lonesome mountain valley, your treasury: a dumb corpse and funeral car, idle choke open. Reclassification: exactly what you would call nervous. Well, do not suggest recalcitrance those who donated sad. The smell of a rugged frame strikes cement block once. Where you? Cape. Cylinder. Cry. (via Quasimondo & mikeg626)

    The whip is war
    that easily comes
    framing a wild mountain.

    Hello, you in the closet,
    singing—posing carved peaks
    of sound understanding.

    Upon a kitchen altar
    visit a prostitute—
    an ugly woman saint—
    who decoys.

    Particularly
    lonesome mountain valley,
    your treasury: a dumb corpse and
    funeral car, idle choke open.

    Reclassification:
    exactly what you would call nervous.
    Well, do not suggest recalcitrance
    those who donated sad.

    The smell of a rugged frame
    strikes cement block once.

    Where you?
    Cape. Cylinder. Cry.

    (via Quasimondo & mikeg626)