Valley dripping of milk and honey.
Chestnut washed lands and symmetrical hills with two temples
burning incense to Ganesha.
A deep cave yet unsettled by civilization.
The environment pronounces "devastation" wrong but the mind
was conquered by a Greek.
Oh scattered freckles like pebbles orange.
It's mid June,
still, Hunab Ku is my one true Lord and red lipstick on brown girls
still turns me on.
So who am I really running from?
At a distance, successful X.O.C.H.
is holding hands with Salvador Domingo Felipe Jancinto Dali i Domenech.
- RAW -
At a distance, a rusted gold coin with exact exchange value of one half dime
buys El Castillo de Chapultepec without a fight,
but who am I really running away from?
You?
Valley fortified and in control.
Beautiful nature: *BRIGHT COLORED FRUIT Y FLORES RECIEN NACIDOS DE UN NOPAL
CON UNA CUEVA ENVENENADA.*
She is Queen of flowers
- RAW -
Only if that is what you desire.
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 8:55 PM UTC
Valley dripping of milk and honey.
Chestnut washed lands and symmetrical hills with two temples
burning incense to Ganesha.
A deep cave yet unsettled by civilization.
The environment pronounces "devastation" wrong but the mind
was conquered by a Greek.
Oh scattered freckles like pebbles orange.
It's mid June,
still, Hunab Ku is my one true Lord and red lipstick on brown girls
still turns me on.
So who am I really running from?
At a distance, successful X.O.C.H.
is holding hands with Salvador Domingo Felipe Jancinto Dali i Domenech.
- RAW -
At a distance, a rusted gold coin with exact exchange value of one half dime
buys El Castillo de Chapultepec without a fight,
but who am I really running away from?
You?
Valley fortified and in control.
Beautiful nature: *BRIGHT COLORED FRUIT Y FLORES RECIEN NACIDOS DE UN NOPAL
CON UNA CUEVA ENVENENADA.*
She is Queen of flowers
- RAW -
Only if that is what you desire.
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