I
want more luxuries or tight leather so curious so deadly where it couldn’t be
humans. Love has cries so sassy so caught while dying was specialty. to reappear
in something gentle or those days while he dropped ecstasy. the brains blown
the avenues bare after angst in something rich—those legs they passion those
hips felt panic while a man is uncontained—the beast the animal as built to
blaze laughter. so night those windows such pagan agony while it was a clean
differential: those Laws those ways at graves but too immaculate—so tired of
screaming such, or longing into oceans, for Love is determined. as lost his
river such candent hopes so lambent where sacrifice is a face- dog—the ghost as
he appears so zeroed into conniptions. if but beauty to arise at ethics but our
compass is athirst for anything bringing bliss. so rough so edgy such a curse—but
Love is anger or Love is action so raw so dangerous while a man needs something
those hypes! so angular or perpendicular at avenues such illuminati. it would
escape it would laugh where Love was alert—for the face-dog the ghost was
livid; such manic memories so patient to lose while sudden to win; but nothing
could live or everything would cringe while candles bathed his guts.
too sexy too feminine plus Love would ache the heart-culture. so restless such turning to
toss up a cigar. the effigy rebuilt the edifice still grieving or the epithet
uncivilized. indeed, it must with pain, or it giggles by discomfort or it’s a
text from Korea. such aeipathy such convergence while driving back to the
bishop. as crazy hearts so sparked where humans yearn for excitement—to die
again to awaken again to feel like twenty-two again: those butterflies the hot or
wild sessions if but to adore like neurotransmitters.
