we're all such tender, ... scrutiny, of being in possession of... a pair of eyes... i simply forget to either cry, laugh, ease tears.... or then relentlessly start pecking at the deposists with a crow-like ambition of a post-script of a feign... feign? a place where a battle took place. lazy... it implies lazy... but the most beautiful eyes.... zero date... eyes eyes i see, no date before me... eyes eyes i see... clusters... kaleidoscope metaphors... eyes... like... like... dipping ****-naked into the sea like begging a fountain for the same artifact of a pearl... rosenrot... rammstein... and the illegal fancy of a beauty... you... 18... she's 14... but it's... illegal for teenagers to experience "love at first sight"... came the sanctity of the puritan... flew... flew... off it went... oh but i know my muse... as i know that crows are more readily available to croak in the night, than sparrows are to collectively chirp... i've seen enough quarter-***** crap to revel in a memory of a "love at first sight" in a... this "fruit"? you don't ingest via the mouth, or metaphor... this "fruit"? you, ingest, solely by the concern for blinking, i.e. your eyes. no, nothing assorted to be allowed in passing, christian metaphorical cannibalism...