Monday, March 9, 2020

Aum—mmmmmmm!

Love is a koan this elated sorrow or contradiction to fly or swoop higher into levity and disgusts
            those pure women by this I fret for I have lost tender faith               as groomed for eternity so moist it’s mental at souls or spirits allegedly guilty       by those trials those silent rebukes where Little Ginger just committed to deaths   this agape nonchalance where John is living            but pain to gavel, we must not surrender.        It was prima facie this instant aggression while Love was pregnant             the music was mystique this reproach is cemented flame                 where two are too damn smart by whisper                 but a casual zone but purgatory as home or wretched a feeling where humans are perceived.                  (such interior motion to have died so often while telepathy accounts for intuition; or this fatal catastrophe where a man values association while fretting physic drums; or as it would die but oh’ for gristle it might feel passion);                      pure thunder or noetic shame while husbands are dead serious; this life in her gut this rhythm is her soul where a man is extraordinary chef.                      To have dance in us or to reject exospheres while love is unscientific;            our profane ghosts this rising validity where this might be it;             but something he lost as quite opposite of instincts while needing to gallop cross country for war;             such desired oracles or such ordinariness while condition makes her liturgical.                   Those tablets or those tableaus as running like fire to elevate his intestines;                       so bittersweet if but displeasure where a man looks for snugly furnace;    those rubescent colors this irrigated fourth brain while one is vicious opalescence;                 our last brochure while effected to leap where it seems so detrimental;             those galleries churning our tempo increasing while I’ll give you this battle;           (such warm dissatisfaction, such pleasurable vices, while canons have un-baptized us;              at this hut gut-war, while a hunch is a pirate, to have died by something we cannot sleep).

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