Dan Scroats

Hulk Hogan but when he calls you brother it’s because you both live on the compound

ideal society is we all work at nuclear plants and live like anabaptists

my girl fluorine, our bond forever but toxic

big foot but it’s an alien or god smiting us

roadside attraction

fevered ream

(raspy) this way, friend

people should read less and say more

psychopomp but it’s a shifty freak type creature that gives you pause

God is in the next one

there was a way but it’s closed now

her man knew ticks

crawling into the earth to be closer to It

compost active

Satan put a straw in my brain and slurped out all the true and pure intentions

God and Satan are the same thing it’s pulling us into the ground and we should go to it

Satan is real, and He’s spectacular

Appalachian epigenetics tugging at me like kudzu

it’s not a cult, it’s an installation

but an illusion of the retreating sun

somehow imagined sea monkeys and was like yeah of course

I could almost actually swing this

setting up shop in a derelict rural church but doing Recognitions style Mithraism and Zarathustra type shit

smiling at the hellmouth, sparking one up with the inferno

less windshield bug splatter is just because of improved aerodynamics and pesticides

Ah, a man of taste, a man of flavour

Daoism is when you let God have His way with you

God is having His way with us

God put all that stuff in the sky to dazzle and confuse us

remote brewery with calendrical monumental architecture