• a.r. • so many dark arts to choose, you can focus ʻtil your phobias evolvenin 40 hues, whether you levitate or bend spoons, tune in to the prudence ofnthe dark heart news.nn• rob sonic • breathingʼs a tug of war wet when I rushed aboard, flush 29 busngum stuck clutch the door, slumped in the back burned bush by the son ofngeorge, sweat, tear, and feed cause I donʼt bleed when I cut no more.nn• a.r. • i took a system of gods from each of the brolic tribes, so my bibleʼsnlike a pot of cons clipped and collaged, pavlovʼs bad dogs parry mass bells,ni donʼt speak the language but my last laughʼs hell.nn• rob sonic • spiral get vertigoʼd signals that flash and beep, postʼs in mynhead from myself to get back to me, pouch full of dynamite blast cap anatomy,nbag full of smelling salts mad as the magazine, attack medic stretcherncalled cracked crazy header fall, a threat a break a mistake with a pulse,npicking every last fucking piece of pain off the walls.nn• a.r. • ok the rotary phoner grow to be notably mobile in social gopher teanformals or any scene where brie is normal, he will locate every exit in secondsnto flee the wormhole when emergency diversions ring the celly or thendoorbell.nn• rob sonic • burning it at both ends friends lets commiserate, turn it into something to thensounds that the triggers make, born at the baddest sign and at this time iʼm still awake,ntraining all my zeroʼs to perform like theyʼre figure 8ʼs.nwhether you levitate or bend spoons...nn• a.r. • 4 corners of the globe, all invent fire on the very same day in the very same cold,neach sent a man with a torch to the borderline to boast, watch them collide and explode.nn• rob sonic • when I peel the blinds back up jumps the iron cough, monkey wrench in mynhand, razors cut the eyelids off, home made tats for memories, i ignore the private calls,nand ever since the 80ʼs I think somethings in my tylenols.nn• a.r. • dig it, what plague make an idling brigade so eager to walk planks they will climbna tree and wait, where irony is weighed in over piety and faith so any ghostly ruminationnstood unkindly disobeyed, and i will live to be a thousand with the patience of a saint, tonsee the hoi-polloi becoming restless in their tanks, canʼt hold howls in corrals with a key, sonwill the worms please shriek on the count of 3? 3!nn• rob sonic • if I had a dollar for every time I couldnʼt sleep, i could buy a million locks andnfinally read a book in peace, and no more would my president come off as a crooked thief,nwho turned my heart so dark that it will bark when he looks for me.nn• a.r. • sideways eye on a sinister boundary, panel of contemporaries killing me loudly, 99nmodels of fear on the wall, timorous, and done running kin to the car on the lawn cinderblocks.n3 legged dogs that chew up the wrong food, riffraff howling at moons with raw wolves, landnsharks know the take money money blues, dark heart news...