Rat? Kitchen?

The man blowing in to an invisible trumpet sends a torrent of saliva.

Those great scissors must have gutted the ocean, I dissection for a great, magnificent liver full of black oil and sugar

The world's of injections of needles of each building, why we are all medical plastic surgery, inflating this great plastic bubble of chemicals.

An army of lice with opposable thumbs?

Heavy burdens these are people with fruit for heads

Heavy burdens this is the bottle that exploded its juices in to a bag

Heavy burdens this is my family, a spread to put on a bagel, in a bag

Heavy burdens these are the wires to put art in to a square, a torrent of saliva

Becoming in to focus in to appearance

Are we living on the edge of a blade and cutting ourselves open every move?

Martians placing mushrooms becoming mushrooms becoming carousels becoming the anteater out of his mouth

The saliva is in anteaters is urinating from mouths

The needle plunged towards the woman's reflection

His mouth crashed in to a wall and the wall stayed in the same place it had always been

To make a new type of sound

Playing the trumpet which is a brick wall, making new music out of the crunch, reaching ear