Mars Voltaire

8:51pm
Nick

Muscular treatment?

8:52pm
Zach

if i could put my finger on it, i would NOT

8:53pm
Nick

Then your finger's muscles go unscathed. Mine remain irrelevant, though.

8:53pm
Zach

not when you type letters by keystroke

nicotine gum, so dull and spicy

8:54pm
Nick

So nasty/delighty.

8:54pm
Zach

whine like grapefruit, grope like a sandwich

8:56pm
Nick

Unfold crumbs dangling soundless impact. This drink is too loud, my throat too resonant, my whiskey-fear too vocal in my lightening head!

8:58pm
Zach

ionized beams of cheer-leading, squeamishly upended proactive beer-chasing volume hair shampoo

8:58pm
Nick

Lather, rinse, repeat 'til recognition of futile in always smearing hair by dirty branches (thanks factory flakefall).

9:00pm
Zach

spongey strums of an air guitar left him raking up the deadened leaves from the puffy piney forest floor. he lept into the arms of a mother bear, squaring the root of the realistic chance he would succeed in elementary math lessons.

9:02pm
Nick

Squared to quadrilateral social status, under cools 'n' hips 'n' dips 'n' Magna Foxes. Magma tracks, fags locked in epithets.... I'm a racial epitaph- a grave over appearance before rot (act like now's rot).

9:05pm
Zach

The faint hustle of moronic malaise replays on the booming speakerbox of the twin-studded dining hall.

9:07pm
Zach

Omni-present pitfalls were planted in last calls. The drunkard disguised as a driver of golf balls wondered if she would ever return his 9,301 phone calls.

9:08pm
Nick

Boomrumble sound effects actual visuals and a hallway of hieroglyphics to run download until your read matches speed and you forget your legs for the Crow-Logo's outstretched story.

9:09pm
Zach

Now that the seat is free of (un)said ankles, the bum and his liquid seek solace in the shanty.
9:09pmNick

Or are we rhyming? Is this bad timing? Could be I'm sliding awkwardly down and Zach's jowls drown in frown.

9:10pm
Zach

The rhymes used to flow like water in Spring time, but now the only lines that we throw are not for fishing but for flossing

9:12pm
Nick

Forget tossing about in jaws and in mouths it's all more around the end of the spring- but not annual arrival time or lines from Bibles but fine smiles from five child activity centers bringing complicity rendered into middle-eyes (before there's legality guarding their inner thighs).

9:14pm
Zach

Those little ones ate your little puns and puked all over the rugs that you fucked upon letters of litters arriving near Christmas whence becoming this quite cumbersome cornerstone all alone without silence turning the tables to tombstones never again for the bloody chalice ...of Alice

9:18pm
Nick

....in chains, cramps and pains, damp names soaking lineage like oaken grains and groin's token stains. You were born from none but Sun and one watches over through '80s elevator jazz and night-sky airplane hands over fritz'd intercoms/it gets in your Mom's ears and she cringes from the AM radio daily old soul.

9:22pm
Zach

and my Mother's audio input is nothing that the Sun harnessed and my Father's gas resource is his own nuclear duress stressing symbols upon symbols idolizing glamorous genitalia for the nymphos and because all becomes all moon pits a pattern realization quits fitting quaalude crushes

9:26pm
Nick

The Moon spat me back I landed splat upon Zach and asked "what dost this plane lack?" you, having lain back and closed eyes past smoke and tight as hefty stacks opened passage of nose and spurted out "quacks! The stars are unlicensed."

9:28pm
Zach

"Well I guess this is a subtle attempt to be bold" said the chair upon which Zach could not fold. So he stopped leaning it back upon two wooden legs and surprised Nick none when he finished no music and began to make and not make sense

9:31pm
Nick

All at once? Here and hence? Penny for thoughts but this cross at odds is worth twopence. A fortnight before rights had reached our heads and lights our beds were tight and snug under sealed beings not roofs or ceilings but sailing tops with crevices and pops mapping alabaster and asbestos passages to the rest of the laughable averages of the northwest fashion sense. I see your dress is white and clean, my robes are not stained, what keeps Zachary pained in this purity so new to me so dear to y/thee?

9:39pm
Zach

Yes, accounting for months inside days is the ultimate way of sight-seeing displays. Neigh, naught for the night, light the crops on this new age. Return here to a new page of plurals and poundage less now than when found. Age less and less, damsel, your time it is living... legging it all the while, this time with a smile. Deep inside, what finds you wondering? Whittled wards of western wool, raptured ravens and black pirate stool, lichens and reindeer should also be named. Playfully planning put pain back into chains.

9:41pm
Nick

I declare myself the Last Adam giving names upon every last fast atom. I'm the wack Adam West- I shatter matter 'til there's no status left.

9:47pm
Zach

Facebook would demonstrate that you, sir, are not Adam. Understanding the outstanding Fallon, clicking remotes incapably quantum--that I support changing names and reusing flames does not give a retort, barring a back-packing, front-side-loading, wagoners lacking a naked resort

9:50pm
Nick

Man I want to see some naked people.

9:50pm
Zach

You read my mind
(both past and present)