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Crystalline gliding. Clippin' cuticles in cubicles & itching for a kaleidoscope dance with The Phantom sidling ridged in the ceiling's fold. Glazed eyes from a friend. honey crueler. Polymerization twists coffee sweats with briny tears & my pores breath the calcification. Beet red eyes sting like molten hiss & pollen still buries it's way deep   into the tree trunk, Bleeding like a sour calf just to stroke a coconut leaf in the musky village. I live inside a cantaloupe so I can't elope with status quo. Sipping puddles & licking groggy mud spots so the Queen calls me swamp belly. She looked like she was carved out of rice. bitten & frail steps with gentle linger teased soft grass in the concrete canal where the streets glistened with mustaches drenched in honey brown ale. His brain is a tickled cauliflower encased in Papier-mâché, Lima bean boogers & nicotine stained chestnut shells. Gears torque and crudely animate his sluggish form and peanut butter body. Diabetic eyes, that bark like a sloth & lay a thick layer of custard over their last nerve, intrigue mine own to stare into the vague emptiness.
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Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 3:31 AM UTC
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Crystalline gliding. Clippin' cuticles in cubicles & itching for a kaleidoscope dance with The Phantom sidling ridged in the ceiling's fold. Glazed eyes from a friend. honey crueler. Polymerization twists coffee sweats with briny tears & my pores breath the calcification. Beet red eyes sting like molten hiss & pollen still buries it's way deep   into the tree trunk, Bleeding like a sour calf just to stroke a coconut leaf in the musky village. I live inside a cantaloupe so I can't elope with status quo. Sipping puddles & licking groggy mud spots so the Queen calls me swamp belly. She looked like she was carved out of rice. bitten & frail steps with gentle linger teased soft grass in the concrete canal where the streets glistened with mustaches drenched in honey brown ale. His brain is a tickled cauliflower encased in Papier-mâché, Lima bean boogers & nicotine stained chestnut shells. Gears torque and crudely animate his sluggish form and peanut butter body. Diabetic eyes, that bark like a sloth & lay a thick layer of custard over their last nerve, intrigue mine own to stare into the vague emptiness.
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cameron-haste
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 3:31 AM UTC
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