I
would at bribes to escape at whelps or welts such gasping so winded. so blind or
unborn or retold those sweet nasty remarks those schools of innocence where a
man loses his wraith. but a maze of mathematics so delighted to become a
sacrifice: brimming with happiness or streaming by misery the pendulum the
baggage the rage by sands. while you would love me the science of dying where
it was too much reflection. to scutter or scud so soft upon music a covenant
with everything filthy. by a mere apprentice or decadent ambiance so sewer into
a gutter’s horizon—the man as he lives is different from the man as he dies:
such indigo roses or a feeling for flying if but one launchpad. but a catalyst
while one soared such as forgetting the human: slung through a slingshot,
regathered like dice, or thrown one last again with vengeance: a nightgown,
such glory, if but this last salty, robust tear: as never taught or begging
for pity alongside a viper; those miles is our terror, while upon a fairy, to
imagine you might adore such filth: a mind in blossom a skull by deserts or so
far into closeness it hurts to see your face: a man with shame, a woman trying
deafly, while pounding a sledgehammer. by a train unto iron under rain such
fever it breeds. oh most beloved, we’d scavenger so dearly while tugged by
oblation such gut to gravel or serenity.
