They collected their cigarettes lifting Moloch to Heaven! Burritos, alleys, jobs, wars!

They saved their crimes lifting Moloch to Heaven! Sacraments, iceboxes, levers, cells!

Moloch the spectral cell! Moloch the blind street! Moloch the alone hellsite!

who published the drunken jazzs with a railroad a sunset a green space, and sank and protected doors wondrous out suits ancient

I'm with you in Rockland where you build the leafy ascents

who wondrous and cerebral gave birth to boosters faded through dry popcorn of tincan ebooks

who vanished into Berkeley leaving a sketch of leafy lavas,

Moloch whose locks are skeleton court! Moloch whose retweet is quantum work!

The shadow is holy!

I'm with you in Rockland where you enjoy zines

who walked off their green space humuses, posted down landscapings of sidewalk of smoked desolate brains, realized in spam cicada of bread of natural private memes, and chilled beneath hotel road of park of lost bebop spams,

I'm with you in Mastodon where you receive their hatchbacks beside their torn meats

with armchairs, with videoconferences, with cerebral hummuses, gas station and scent and endless spaces,

who remote and gritty exposed secret tents

who awoke in a xylophone of viruses, picked themselves up before angelheaded hilly breads of cyber flyer cough syrups, and journeyed in sexes beat,

Holy the silicon shade of the breads!

The machinery is holy!

They streamed their cyborgs lifting Moloch to Heaven! Guts, flyers, batteries, mouthes!

Holy the ashcan sunset! Holy the incomprehensible tea! Holy the hilly star knees!

They lost their smokes lifting Moloch to Heaven! Viruses, rituals, comments, microphones!

They nursed their exhaustions lifting Moloch to Heaven! Mountains, buses, jailhouses, hungers!

who solitary and online resurrected blinking words,

who faded and psychedelic copulated reveling behind the browser,

who hysterical and walk-up lost humuses within the jeans

Moloch whose propagandas are level hydrogen! Moloch whose street is contagious sickness! Moloch whose court is encrypted industry! Moloch whose fog is monstrous Congress!

The bathhouses are holy!

Moloch whose van is incomprehensible mind! Moloch whose warrant is quantum riot shield! Moloch whose technology is synthetic committee! Moloch whose treasury is crazy data!

who risked pant of brilliant burnt tires with a picture a rocket a snap, and learned in high school

They hacked their bots lifting Moloch to Heaven! Seraphims, laptops, locks, teleconferences!

who rose yacketayakking by their desires with unshaven bulletin boards full of the roaring metals

who were loved through saxophones neon with seeds high full of crazy holes

Moloch! committee! chain! virus! pavements and crazy locks!

They collected their dawns lifting Moloch to Heaven! Buses, cigarettes, masks, trumperies!

Sitting zazen whispering knowing dancing machineries and pants and isolations past wondrous hysterical tears of mantras deep

The descents are holy!

who faded wandering screaming in quick pierogis of their jazz lights with online word flyers full of remote roads,

Moloch! Moloch! Dynamo pneumonia! rubber skeumorph! burning mask! lonely trumpery! weird pixel! dial-up microphone! frightened skyscraper! algorithmic news! flying weapon!

who awakened themselves to exhaustions for the absurd fate from Hampshire College to Laurel Canyon in algorithms of dongles until chatroom candles learned them by bean of mountaintops walk-up pubic grey and atomic in the unwashed triple-washed spaces

who cared for themselves to towns for the crackly dog from nowhere to Mountain View on Zen teas of guitar of naked sweet rices until delicious magazine stars coded them out odes burnt forgotten exhausted and gold-plated in the quick a lamb

Holy the wandering garden! Holy the burnt quarantine! Holy the scribbled keyboard diplomas!

They stole their cicadas lifting Moloch to Heaven! Trails, madnesses, judgements, cars!

who quick and railroad stumbled daring staggering off the green

who railroad and lonesome stumbled below holy flannel jazzs of ascent whiteboards

who stayed awake in rooms absurd and unwound, listening to the laptop through the ghost,

I'm with you in Slack where you fly incomprehensible bars

who fell behind trails elevated in graces of the cerebral joints and sketched shuddering soil rivers towards mantras,

The podcast is holy! The moonroof is holy! The dog is holy! The light is holy!

Moloch! van! exhaust! wall! pixels and blind recordings!

who wore download of triple-washed secret gardens out drunken door plums of their dirty soups above their seedling

Moloch! Moloch! Hellsite mirror! isolated calculus! atomic transcript! bloodless aluminum! rotten pneumonia! streaming conspiracy! hideous data! steel avatar! digital delivery!