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to unfold an umbrella in a room, while it rains the gallons of chopin trickling tickles in piano form, and a monsoon of the decade's worth of memoriam to postscript. hide it between hiding an unfolding umbrella in solid space -           call it what you want, in americanist perfectionism,   and call it a "freedom of speech": "free": as long as i say it! glossing over iran, i'll only double stab at the effort...              can't bother-fuck     to call it red or call it pink...   i'll just call it anyways.... imagine if a bull sought pink...             i'm sure you'd see as much charge.... of a quaker in beetroot skin-boots... beef-shits of hope-long-lost-gone....       apparently the dead have a speaker... and a ******* fest...             and it sounds like a hannibal lecter's quest of thirst via an oyster feast...             next i'll start imagining donkey kong jerking off a pdf. file worth of information...              take a razor, and call it simples - while calling the slit point of the interaction:           amounted to verse,                 & a courtney love shoelace; ******* laughing now, aren't we?            your beloved lucifer,           just did the icarus knosedive. still, imagine the english feeling, or sitting on a windowsill, with an open umbrella -        counting raindrops via the sheet...          imagine rolling a cigarette... huddling under the necro mushroom...        imagine unfolding this raindrop mushroom, in the interiors...         find yourself under an umbrella, under a roof...         you'd be the luckiest man alive, looking for mushrooms, even the dodgy ones, the one off offers - even the kurt cobains... oddly enough, unfolding umbrellas under roofs, made all the necessary sense,   since it became congested in translating english: into english (of americanism).
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Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 8:36 PM UTC
the stereotypical english eccentricity
to unfold an umbrella in a room, while it rains the gallons of chopin trickling tickles in piano form, and a monsoon of the decade's worth of memoriam to postscript. hide it between hiding an unfolding umbrella in solid space -           call it what you want, in americanist perfectionism,   and call it a "freedom of speech": "free": as long as i say it! glossing over iran, i'll only double stab at the effort...              can't bother-fuck     to call it red or call it pink...   i'll just call it anyways.... imagine if a bull sought pink...             i'm sure you'd see as much charge.... of a quaker in beetroot skin-boots... beef-shits of hope-long-lost-gone....       apparently the dead have a speaker... and a ******* fest...             and it sounds like a hannibal lecter's quest of thirst via an oyster feast...             next i'll start imagining donkey kong jerking off a pdf. file worth of information...              take a razor, and call it simples - while calling the slit point of the interaction:           amounted to verse,                 & a courtney love shoelace; ******* laughing now, aren't we?            your beloved lucifer,           just did the icarus knosedive. still, imagine the english feeling, or sitting on a windowsill, with an open umbrella -        counting raindrops via the sheet...          imagine rolling a cigarette... huddling under the necro mushroom...        imagine unfolding this raindrop mushroom, in the interiors...         find yourself under an umbrella, under a roof...         you'd be the luckiest man alive, looking for mushrooms, even the dodgy ones, the one off offers - even the kurt cobains... oddly enough, unfolding umbrellas under roofs, made all the necessary sense,   since it became congested in translating english: into english (of americanism).
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Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 8:36 PM UTC
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