Manifesto 1

Philosophy me, although you can't

Crucify me, although you shan't 

People in districts, poor pains rebel thanks

Portions, able ended to awake and congeal

Mountains prosper 

No problem no scandal

Problematic rotor, motors in prayer

Prayers be with Trudy

Painful weak and timid

Space age fabric softener

Tactile inquiry, future existence 

Your inquiry, my resistance

Hunting metal, porous salts destined

Destination of the unadorned

Pearls of swine, swiping left 

Swiping right

Beautiful noises, entrust you 

Spiritually taunted, abandoned by nexus 

Nexus hasn't arrived yet.