by breadth of thighs such venom bleeding
while needing control—our abandoned basement or cursed in hearts so colorful or
intense. to see a smile to die winter while renewed by New Days—those varnished
morals or a woman destructive while thoughts seem deconstructed. an inner troop
so spacial while damn near psychotic—so received so tortured while animal
inclined. such summation such variance where needing reality becomes
deprivation: it’s as suggested it dies in flowers it floats with pigeons. this
love killing me those rules so arbitrary while nonetheless they twerk a man’s
determination: such sweet inequality, so many units, where discernment doesn’t
mean desisting. an actress an angle or shadows so silver they scream—to break barriers
it was so lovely we sought sheer omission—by paint thinner such ruthless
niceness while no one is as annoyed as a woman: by uncouth belts by brimming
features while never so sexual a man beside his screams—to walk our pets, our yelling
parakeets, or our wailing gorillas. but more affliction, the salary of sorrows
so bothered by a future prediction. so much into herds so unfitted for trial or
so destined to win: those mental bars, or scars elevated, while fleeing those
carnivals: those clowns or cotton-candy while passion suffers a toothache. by
shelter or betrayal to maintain as friends while now another suffers our
behaviors. a cycle interior-wise, where 50% fail while those remaining are
unknitting stigmata. by relational underwear, but never a direct formula, while
most are carrying a credenza filled with monsters: those gremlin cries, those
dragon veins, or a snake so dreaded in our past. but thickness or petite or so
devastated looking so incredible: a hunch to try a feeling compliant or running
into something quite deliberately: such tall stories, the want to manipulate,
if but to shatter an adult life of fornication: our inner inmost records, our
hearts as machines, while love often means we accept what others will not! such
syrupy victory, so subtle into mind arrythmia while we sense closure in an
catastrophe of letters.
