Cordial to know, a nightly visitor
Ache and deem, the embarrassed photo
Of all and more, these to collect, and a shoe for a query
Silence has a beauty in mind, to merit is a crow?
Spare me the sexier shame
Since a wheel is to be married
The soul of roses and cares, seem is one to name
In the limelight before the shadows, a soul is carried
By a flower on the wind...
Sour and now named, a present to God
Wash me in the sin's of courtesy, that has a religion
In its mouth, until a proud swallow is for odd?
Pining for a pet, the total of our pity
In the blessing of a stare, to create a new share in youth's shadow
Will my kiss with the road, eat an itch or a regal liberty?
Shape the future or mesmerize a sense of reality, this thorn is a world's woe...
The ghost of an automobile?
Paradise on the dash, or a risen fate of singing and dancing
Lips of worth and the stir of patience, is but a reason to spy?
Since we are here to save the music, from a dead man and baby winking...
Here is a better blow, then a seeking now
Live or begin in the sore, a sordid share of indecency
Space to share, and a hair that will never be cut again, is how
The spoken word in the past and witnessing a scare that is lead...
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 9:30 PM UTC
Cordial to know, a nightly visitor
Ache and deem, the embarrassed photo
Of all and more, these to collect, and a shoe for a query
Silence has a beauty in mind, to merit is a crow?
Spare me the sexier shame
Since a wheel is to be married
The soul of roses and cares, seem is one to name
In the limelight before the shadows, a soul is carried
By a flower on the wind...
Sour and now named, a present to God
Wash me in the sin's of courtesy, that has a religion
In its mouth, until a proud swallow is for odd?
Pining for a pet, the total of our pity
In the blessing of a stare, to create a new share in youth's shadow
Will my kiss with the road, eat an itch or a regal liberty?
Shape the future or mesmerize a sense of reality, this thorn is a world's woe...
The ghost of an automobile?
Paradise on the dash, or a risen fate of singing and dancing
Lips of worth and the stir of patience, is but a reason to spy?
Since we are here to save the music, from a dead man and baby winking...
Here is a better blow, then a seeking now
Live or begin in the sore, a sordid share of indecency
Space to share, and a hair that will never be cut again, is how
The spoken word in the past and witnessing a scare that is lead...
the stupidist thing I've ever said, is still a monkey on the dog's *** (do rockets smell better in the reign or in the family photo of a clay pigeon)