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Ubermensch gone doggy between your legs, a minute heathen, incensed prophet, whose last rites scatter. Moth-ornate tome in a terrible scream, whose barbed print appeals to what lucid interval gains thee. Heights to take as lovers, brain's genitalia in a bunch. Meridians frolic in arms risen, hence, hence-- crushed tumult in touch. An infectious groveling that other may see, take hold. Odd aphrodisiac, you--human half, halved, halved and halved. Penumbra, split-screen vision of Zion, come-- I came, I implore with birthright. A studious damnation leaves us a leprous expose, eye-candy as sweet as sacrament. Skies sent and returned gone swamp-green, can't you feel the interplanetary squelch that's bound us? Strange...fool of chills, hunched with electrified hair come I, full of longing, barren. Let us decipher one another, break judgement over our knees, and caress one another's downturned eyes. Let us have a look at one another till we become worldwide, let us perfect our immoderation. Konstantinos Mark
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Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 11:58 AM UTC
Hunched With Electrified Hair
Ubermensch gone doggy between your legs, a minute heathen, incensed prophet, whose last rites scatter. Moth-ornate tome in a terrible scream, whose barbed print appeals to what lucid interval gains thee. Heights to take as lovers, brain's genitalia in a bunch. Meridians frolic in arms risen, hence, hence-- crushed tumult in touch. An infectious groveling that other may see, take hold. Odd aphrodisiac, you--human half, halved, halved and halved. Penumbra, split-screen vision of Zion, come-- I came, I implore with birthright. A studious damnation leaves us a leprous expose, eye-candy as sweet as sacrament. Skies sent and returned gone swamp-green, can't you feel the interplanetary squelch that's bound us? Strange...fool of chills, hunched with electrified hair come I, full of longing, barren. Let us decipher one another, break judgement over our knees, and caress one another's downturned eyes. Let us have a look at one another till we become worldwide, let us perfect our immoderation. Konstantinos Mark
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Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 11:58 AM UTC
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