anus-ly

knock it around until it dislodges, becomes goopy, leaves a trail, trail of wet embarrassment. begin again. a tendril, a notion, an image from MTV or another source of images, collection of pretends and maximized allure. work with what you've got, contaminated and hybridized, toxified and perverse, inhabit again, anew, atop a bed of quartz, known for its transforming properties. follow an explosion even if its filled with ego, then wait for it to blossom into fecund, offensive spring-time bloom, so fragrant it nauseates you and makes you weep and shriek and masturbate the terrific simultaneous celebration and incomparable grief. Ahhhh! Is this speaking anus-ly or is it just a child's longing?