Chronic thoughts that talk like laughing oceans.
The sky a vengeful father.
The dosage of a medicine.
Packaged bought and sold to slaughter.
Noses with a dusty coat.
An icy *****
And ***** tastes like water.
Life parameters
In sweet chalk
Enormous tolerance.
Shape shift from creations default.
And we want
a tempered
Reality. We sought.
We thought.
Like the running rivers of a wilderness.
We thought
Wed be tought.
A freedom . Need not.
Face ******* prison innocence.
Indifference. Ignorance.
*** we need peace talks.
With our free thoughts


Trade mark jordan gablehouse