Jack Frost Junior - Thought Industry

This coffee tastes distorted.

A swank fruitcake

Contemptible martyr, because I will.

The nitrogen is

Fine.

It delves in to hypothesis and says, «young lad, so

Mimical and used.

You feel small.

Simulated

Advantageous.»

So they kick you when you’re down, but I’m Jack

Frost’s son anyhow.

Wearing my red shoes out of the

Wreck

Chill the backseat in an icetray.

Foreign plasma drifts

On ravished moonrays because I sit.

Endorphin thinking

Fine.

Poison pens scribed circumflected.

Self respected

«Amen», said the spine.

Bisect and leer.

«This diatribe

Project through me and tear in.»

Englishman with Martian women, you crawl back like

Your Monday couldn’t 'cuz I still hold you trendy style

Wave fake bills.

Bloody miles and wars fifteen million

Minutes through elation and truce in K-Zoo

«The wedding reception went great, too bad about

The inflamed thyroglossal cyst.»

— A Short Practice of Surgery