Happiness machines

now get closer I can feel our eyes touch; fires in your hours on divine stuff; making mad pictures in confinement; pinnacles align and force arises, magic in the flames of your mindset you can feel...

I'll be in crutches with a viking horn; mourning what's supposed to be the elements; perfect weather or not it's irrelevant; in a sand gland's scape; a madman's gaze and a tramp strapped clad with the...

Frozen megalopolis, building out your screens, hotter than a matchhead, stretching out my kite strings, faces; kids fucking hard in the basement, light-sabre flavoured milkshakes; can you taste it;...