Prophetic predilection induced by chemical arousal
Seem so precious, the themes of lament
Leech to the passel, make so strange!
Palpitate like missiles, bomb and implode!
Progress to cultural ambivalence, see see!
Intent constructing my shellfish attire
Makes so strange, make so strange!
Dangle dolls, please phone the police
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Stifling spices, cinnamon as imagined, transparently curl from beneath meagerly whisker infested lips; they project arousal in the most intended sense. Ornate in self resolution but languid in populated eyes, he remain sexually intact only by the tip. “Suck all day, yes I do, but no, I am no fag.” Following his accusation, a turbulent demeanor takes reins, a fit likewise to that of a death threatened lobster, red face, huffy puffy, claws scratch but fists lack knowledge of action.
Midnight:09
People outnumber the lights
Shadows shade them
The affinity is tidal
As she splashes we are a choir in blinks
Shadows shade them
The affinity is tidal
As she splashes we are a choir in blinks
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