We are or are not in a prison in this moment

take it out:–
the ready feeling
for my lovely scarygoodness…

theres a sarcophagus made of petrified scorpion and 1-year mummified lizard under my bathroom S(T)INK

oils i rubbed into the carcasses stain my carpets black gold

I had to plunge my magnetic screwdriver into the lizards brain and crunch down the scorpions heartes to ensure they were no mere company of rough sleepers before i opened Thoth’s cooking book

but they were stoned asleep; —
the dead come to visit the inmates of life…