Little House on Planet X

Before we begin, let these following words break apart and swirl like liquid molecules of misunderstanding:  Progressive contemporary, possesive elements elemantary, recession resist, research a resemblance is necessary, necessities everywhere in categories catastrophic, printed principals as prophets invincible, invisible crosses on necklaces, for vanity and sacreligous sacrafice drastically evolved involves solving solvent in dark rooms, hanging photographic art to dry, dissolve within dissolution and delusions of popular polutions, solutions extinct, distinguished chemical medical bankets distinct with character traits, relief, belief in I like God, eye sight sore then gone, bright black brigades, played fake practice plastic plagues of plasma, golden gates and pearl people, the architecture of the 19th century steeples, make my day this day in May, maybe make rain stain leaflets green and brown dreams, transformation to a crown of jewels, the sounds of souls screaming screened silent from a silhoete atmosphere, at this pier, I look out into a intolerable ocean of pure tears and spill mine, specifially designed species, special with minds to think things unimaginable like a roller coaster through oleander flower scenes spent loathing in one place, I face the sky, spread my wings, roll down the windows and prepare to fly, into a world where I belong, sing songs of reality and never pretend, speak with glory, glowing global stories, words in worlds unlike yours, unique from uniform, of colors and wonders unknown, colonies of 77 degrees, naked from shame, whereabouts I shout at the top of my lungs, this is my house, this is my name