Often trees are conductors of the absolute, the sidereal cuss eternity. the blow escapes the rehab and into the fire as known but lost coupons short of your toaster of existence. the mind needs consciousness, consciousness does not need mind. Bon Voyage.. when the body revolts within itself, and parts battle parts, it's the last revolution, the last pogo, follow the few that have wisdom, don't let it deceive with knowledge, the brass ring of annihilation, you'll be recognized by a chip, and maybe it will be all that's left..
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
Tina Bass
Ironing
a much anticipated moment blotched because I saw her
pressing
as I lay myself upon you seeing all of that attention to creases
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