bloodburned for the last... reduced to this, for broken hips my hands last grasp...
smoke scorched throat, lungs last gasp....
as it bleeds it burns , acidic asphyxia, growling stomach turns...
dreams within dreams to awake without, heart heavy and swollen.. shattered... no truth all doubt...
black powdered bone aches....transparent fingers follow the line of a curved body shape.....but its  just bricked hands that scratch at scars on a bruised face...
the pictures play there part so its not just fucked from the start but bitter forever after...hypothhermic limbs lay against iceblock walls  screams echoe pulse beats faster....
perfected tongue kisses with mouths full of soil....rolling through motions of passion fooled foil....gleaming eyed stares go blank, sleepy eyed visions been stabbed to death with a rusted shank....
and it still bleeds....

YES YES.....YOU HEARD IT FIRST!!!JON CLUE WILL BE AT THE GLAMOUR GARAGE LOCATED AT:141 HAVEMEYER ST. (BETWEEN SOUTH 1ST AND SOUTH 2ND STREETS) BROOKLYN(WILLIAMSBURG) N.Y. 11211 PLEASE CONTACT ME EITHER ON HERE OR EMAIL ME DIRECT AT HOSHICHI@GMAIL.COM FOR APPOINTMENT INFO...ILL BE SCHEDULING SUNDAYS AND MONDAYS STARTING ASAP SO GET IN MY BOOK BEFORE IT GETS SWAMPED!
THANKS!
JON

.....subconscious landscapes fill the vacuum void for fractallic fragments of a moment......a release of the translucent opalescent irridenscent fluid of which beautiful dreams are made gradually trickles through my neural web with the reaction of a tryptamine drip......with a rapid rush my agony is hushed and im returned to the womb held in your maternal light yet blinded by your eternal plight.....through rusted mesh filters i see your face, your snaggle toothed smile permeates, i see eyes of black and lips of crimson with a face as pale as ice.......in this fragment i find you and your mine, but through the window on the wall when the first ambassadors of morning
call i awake to ask myself if it was all just in my mind......

ancient whispers that lay locked away and buried under layers thick of
sunblackened sands, raise in volume in an attempt to once again reach into the abyss of a deafened aural cavity....it calls to me with a siren like song to sing its tale of a life eternally cursed but somehow blessed......to no avail can the song be ignored its tune is to the perfect pitch.....its frequency refined to reach its goal without fail, ignorance will not prevail here......
the defenses of rusted mesh are breached and overcome, and the songs become a chord of screaches the pitch shifts and the reverberance penetrates and to its screams i eventually succumb.....

.....as the wind of the black wings that fly overhead beat down upon my back they scorch my vulnerable flesh as i attempt to flee a demise that i can only run from but can never hide....
....through tearburnt and swollen eyes my perception of this delusion becomes skewed in a variance i must have overlooked as ever being a possibe outcome....... another hallucination of a granduer so great, again washes back to reveal its truest essence as the cogent facade shatters it leaves behind in its shimmering wake a reality of absolute black....the lights are out.....as the blisters on my scorched body break the fluid excrement pools to drown the last shimmer of hope....the once prismatic resonant manifestation of blissful radiance can no longer exist here, in this space it is only i and the walls that surround and contain the vacuum in which i have again become trapped....lights out......

i just made the move back to long island......
my appointment book is wide open so hit me up before the flood comes!!!