Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Saddle Circuitry
the circuit fellow told me to honeymoon in the red means being out of breath------
a lady sharon evilly exercises in the gym during it all----------
my left hand sketches women getting young by the pro bakery------------
their coats emitting filled out smoke, see those baby socks-----------
in an instant tuesday's saturday and that grass is fresh cut-----------
cats are all in crisis when you get back, coughing and wooly bearded-----------
you talked about earlier how you had never heard of it------------
frostbite would never touch the beach bods of basra, naked and urinating-----------
a black voiceover for the entire time, drugs become the grocery------------
icing this nice grocery for a planted pillow for a sun fried face--------------
i think the bleach has grown to help resurrect some definitions------------
invention redefined to make no comfort happen tomorrow-----------
who are those old people your mom brought in the house suddenly----------
it's deadly calm, manage to develop a little heartache here-----------
the earth's veggies need sunlight so i'm leaving to help-----------
you ok with entertainment, you always ok little vanja-----------
we are conspiring with gravity with our coke noses in pop tents----------
our cracked shadows can emerge from the houses that are down--------
bromide's alluvial nucleus
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