chimeraworld
I wanna live in a world full of silent witnesses
I wanna live in a cryogenic world, faces pressed up against frosted glass for eternity
I wanna live in a twisted, crippled sentence world, a lamb slaughter of impunity
I wanna live in a loving world made of cheesy grins and lessons in deceit
I wanna live in a heterosexual world – full of lesbians
I wanna live in a labia mine crammed with second-hand sex toys world
I wanna live in a sinister world of pain, wrestled into a knot by school mistresses
I wanna live in a dancing world, a changing chancing sly round-the-back world
I wanna live in a late night luxury chocolate gateau world
I wanna live in a wordless world where magic matters and life is sharp like a needle
I wanna live in a space world made of living chrome paintings that cry human tears
I wanna live in a lost world where I will never find truth
I wanna live in a spaceship world in the middle of the crash desert, epidermiscorched
I wanna live in a paper aeroplane world flying down the storm drain
I wanna live in a roundabout world orbited by shuddering ice cream vans
I wanna live in a patchwork world, lost for choice
I wanna live in a sewer world, a fewer world, a newer world of cerebral horror bats
I wanna live in a test tube world with my dead twin placentaing all round me
I wanna live in a verbless, internet world of instant gratification – no living pronouns
I wanna live in a foster world, borrowed from a widow of shadows
I wanna live in a carpet flavoured world, a spiral staircase surrogate world
I wanna live in a dirty razor blade bathtub ring world
I wanna live in a world with no name and no way to be born
I wanna live in a typeset world in Cyrillic, million point, embossed
I wanna live in a permanently engaged world, a mobile phone bashed world
I wanna live in a saucer of milk world of cat’s cream smiles and furballs
I wanna live in a long back alley cobbled to death by meteors in August world
I wanna live in a constantly dancing siren of light world
I wanna live in a leper world, a collector world, a colloquial world of sores
I wanna live in a purple world of proverbs
I wanna live in a lecturing world to a sea of blank faces
I wanna live in a tortoise shell world broken open by adrenaline stinking natives
I wanna live in a Go-Go world, a big fat titty wiggling ripped back foreskin world
I wanna live in a steady world of nine pm to five am murder in the dark world
I wanna live in a motorway world, six lanes of death wish 2001
I wanna live in a movie world, randomly edited to mirror the weather
I wanna live in a complex world of digital crime, numbers are my friends
I wanna live in a corporate suicide world – don’t take any prisoners, now
I wanna live in a saucy naughty raunchy haunchy paunchy world in the country
I wanna live in the country, period
I wanna live in a world where you are dead and your kids are real tall
I wanna live in a fan based world drawn together by signatures stretching to infinity
I wanna live in a copious flagons of lurid copy world, drunk on prose booze
I wanna live in a world outside of the world, just off-off world, not lost, not there
I wanna live in a child hammered to death by a strange man I met in a bar world
I wanna live in a world of 24-7 news reports – mundane bliss of fish underfoot
I wanna live in a congested world of someone’s obituary
I wanna live in a rank old diary of poems, pages the colour of porridge
I wanna live in a violent, silent, soylent green, blue pink eater world of wells
I wanna live in a miniature world of toy aeroplanes underfoot
I wanna live in a kids world where you never grow beards and your ears never wax
I wanna live in a seaside world of totem poles, pole dancers entertaining hole 19
I wanna live in a chocolate egg broken by a fist world
I wanna live in a world of sushI eating your face from the plate
I wanna live in a world skewered by chopsticks – a poignant reminder world
I wanna live in a lost logo world – what is our identity without graphics
I wanna live in a saucer shaped world, buzzing middle America for kicks
I wanna live in a lesson learnt world where consequence and permanent fittings help
I wanna live in a fugitive world stripped of lenses
I wanna live in a late night lady friends sobbing on the phone world
I wanna live in a lesbian world full of heterosexual puppies
I wanna live in a couple eating each others feet on live TV world
I wanna live in a comfy chair of sorrow world, a nonsense of cherished ego world
I wanna live in a beagle world, tested to death in many different and inviting ways
I wanna live in a heap in the corner, stinking of vomit and nicotine patches
I wanna live in a methodone for everyone, except the polite ones world
I wanna live in a floating breasts for the sharks world
I wanna live in a carrot from the ground denouncing all slugs and maggots and lice
I wanna live in a terrible world, but that will never happen
I wanna live in a synthetic tits world paid for by rent boy armies donating charitably
I wanna live in a daily world of obesity reports on cable channel
I wanna live in a vomit world
I wanna live in a comet world
I wanna live in a come up and see my vagina lips, suck my phallus for money world
I wanna live in a polite butcher thin slicing loin rashers from the neighbours world
I wanna live in a coach stalled on the train tracks world
I wanna live in a world of nothing new, change the record, fella
I wanna live in a fetish world of fantasy and fashion, incarnate latex nose clippers
I wanna live in a pervert, skin tugging his nipples with a chinese silk hook world
I wanna live in a bad world, you know, terrible architecture, puppies rule the roost
I wanna live in a speedboat grinding slices of brainmeat wave carving world
I wanna live in a handholding, teasing, full frontal interview world of patterns world
I wanna live in a real world, flapping flesh from dusk till dawn, sauce eaters united
I wanna live in a gogo world, fat men and women lost in lust
I wanna live in a gogo world, stuck on a rocking boat, laughing at your belly
I wanna live in a throat razor, hair shaver, meat pie filler, dramatic actor world of id
I wanna live in a textureless, 50 frames a second on PAL world
I wanna live in a frameless world, just glass embedded in the cheekbones like you
I wanna live in your eyes
I wanna live in your mind; summer vacations of dull weather and fetish fashion
I wanna live in a world full of autopsy
I wanna live in a silk shirt opened by a knickerless woman world, on my back
I wanna live in a bed of nails world, five ton elephant on my chest
I wanna live in a prostrate cancer menu world of delightful charity
I wanna live in a world free of lice
I wanna live in a locust storm coming your way
I wanna live in your back alley all night, eating my chips with my fingers
I wanna live in a serial killer playing his piano world of keys
I wanna live in a lazy world in the sunspot heat of interrogation
I wanna live in Jamaica, lying back, and thinking of England…