“Leibniz’s Development At Gun Point”

(A Markov-Assisted Cut-Up Poem)

Verse 1:

Chaos magick:
Is noted “what if,” meaning –

The challenge is hallucinating,
And fantastical beasts play in rugose kingdoms.

Cyclopean sculptured, the above formulae,
Encompasses all.

Inmates are great…

  – I was perhaps mad at every scale.

I wish for, the heavy influence of Leibniz’s development at gun point.

And objectivity?

Ha!

“It” says that which directs it –
The “king.”

Verse 2:

Though they that await the scenes are evolving their “life”
And retaining the fluctuating body of meat, of alcohol…
A restaurant, a store.

Or sets forth unto those not fixed to chastise,
But persuaded first made,

Sets of poetics,
Though allegorical levels – interpenetrate each emotion:

There was yelling: “signs in vain!”
Their shared sense as vigilant for “watcher.”
 
It brought with it sentient stellar currents,
That Lovecraft situates human sacrifice,
And worships its intentions.

Verse 3:

All present whereabouts of present,
Raise yourself a fountain of behinds!

His great amount of signals. experientially speaking,
Christ was reluctantly presiding over billions of infinitely powerful tools,

The onlookers, as Discordia,
Dazzle them with any philosophy that contains the forbidden.

I won’t cower…
no, no, no, no,
I’ll challenge!

All is enflamed mind,
Because a horned devil,
Later on, is expressed through Order.

We’ve already taken up the kitty cats
From humble origins,
Existing through connections to photographs and avant-garde surroundings.

Watch your privilege then
To stand in particular,
The dust which you suddenly become.