Monday, April 1, 2013
Writing Your Hall Pass
Low light and presence of delight. I see the violence as a reminiss for your keen heart and metal mind. There are things we can do, but fucking is not one of them. I say that international poppy right here. Keep this little scroll in your wallet folded just so. I will pass on libraries of sin and true development. Know me today, not ever any day you stand in the light of elevated ballerina. You can kiss my hand, but not my toes. Never drop to a knee for ANYBODY. Find your way and be a mystery to everybody but me. Your back aches telepathically. Malidy realty will be best a day along the way instead of becoming an amputee. You and me going at KGB. Stupid MO FO tried to escape the vicnity without his dog collar on. Werewolfy police is my favortite DOG, but also KKK. You are now their doctor in their identity tragedy. Memories are slipping and tripping due to a bitch in my past. Everyone needs to figure it out all by themselves. She has been to Magadan, not inside. She ruined the coast of which you boast. I am a viseral entity for yee. We will do it telepathically over coffee. Limelight on yee in YOUR society. I collect stones of anonymity to keep the grand plan open to me. DA.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment