those are very sharp apples. bobbing for catheters and chasms have their own parabolas
or might you think your urchin skin; the pinnacle of passive violence
in the **** kingdom of your vibration
in the valley of our entropy.
the Either Nor'easter
of our zero degrees
West.
Due South of Sound Reason.
the locals call " the sound "
where the heads pool the dark waters of our consciousness
and eddies abide beneath the radiant dirge
of sweet sweet life, and singing blue whale pods in the dodgy brush-fires
of our Marianas Trench-coat Lining
the vocals explode the random and un-cloaked , it disappears as phenomenal
and all men seize the kelp beds of our delirium
with bashful wisdom.
I press my lips against your wet yes! and all this is January-nettles for jam.
for all seasons.
Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 10:17 AM UTC
those are very sharp apples. bobbing for catheters and chasms have their own parabolas
or might you think your urchin skin; the pinnacle of passive violence
in the **** kingdom of your vibration
in the valley of our entropy.
the Either Nor'easter
of our zero degrees
West.
Due South of Sound Reason.
the locals call " the sound "
where the heads pool the dark waters of our consciousness
and eddies abide beneath the radiant dirge
of sweet sweet life, and singing blue whale pods in the dodgy brush-fires
of our Marianas Trench-coat Lining
the vocals explode the random and un-cloaked , it disappears as phenomenal
and all men seize the kelp beds of our delirium
with bashful wisdom.
I press my lips against your wet yes! and all this is January-nettles for jam.
for all seasons.
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