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Fractured Genuflection

One crunchy Fall day followed another day
which afforded the insertion of misery
into one primal devil butter frown life.

Kelley stitched her weathered fallopian tubes into
a scratchy skirt which camouflaged disdain.

Internally besieged with biatchism at 49,
Kelley embraced the faint
clog dancing rattle inside her skin suit.

This would represent the only remaining morsel of newt
she had left to mute until full rage cage rapture sequencing was complete.

A studio apartment provided stifled sanctuary
where imaginary demonic shadow lords master
manipulated Kelley’s Nag Champa brain box
like a poseable action figure.

Money fueled nothing for Kelley was
puppeteered to inject false whisper narratives
into communal houses of justice leading
to the caustic decay of many.

Derived from the Gaelic ‘ceallach’,
which pimple-popped with allusion to ‘contentious’ and ‘war’,
Kelley Meatreaper strapped on thirty-eight empathy patches daily
across manicured nipples allowing aggressive doses
of charm to saturate succinct pre-programmed sentences
skydiving out of her lipsticked money maker.

Meatreaper honored herself as the premiere attorney
for any celebrity or faux rider of society
requiring makeshift legal services
which often twisted the lines of humanity, morality, and
many other ‘ity’s’.

Judge’s chambers evolved into Kelley Meatreaper’s
bordello ensuring salacious extraction of
chunky chowder robed ghosts
in exchange for the perceived freedom of clients.

ABOUT THE ARTIST

Berthed from mischievous leprechauns near technicolor shadow lands surrounding Honah Lee, Theodore Wallbanger rides mysterious sparkle railcars bursting with crunchy cotton candy clouds dispatched from slippery erotic massage vixens who rage pillow laugh hourly within a splintered transportation module that screams along butterscotch wonder tracks forming vibrations for audiences across Sugar Hill Mountain.

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