the banner manner

you keep trying to figure out the formula for an effective cleanse but your face isn't looking through the corrective lens.  across the lab, next to a case of defective pens, there's a beaker cooking up a concoction you will eagerly grab and swallow.  it burns through your hollow, twisting in your neck so your brain can't consciously follow.  periodic flashes of green light affix your head to the table while you sit incredibly unstable.  the mind has already gone to crash while the body remains steady in a state to smash.  words will untimely transpire from within the emerald fire, free formed and without a social filter.  the off-kilter context of your situation is dressed up by a chemically enhanced version of your inner reality.  an outer experiment with the elements that make your matter.  subtract the scientific status and clatter to experience the newly added compounds to the batter.  aside from the manner in which i speak, the results of this abomination may never leak......unless there's a purple pant streak.  skulking around a banner that's weak only defies the hulk beneath...

...blinded by the gamma rays...

...blinded by the gamma rays...