so lost so sick, southern
love or maniac California. I would adore some photo as it appeared in mind at
essence or quintessence to see you in some light. but a manic creature so much
to ordinary as broken vases. too intrusive too insecure or too much the damn
thunder! as aloof wolves racing after dingoes while a soul might watch, so
captured, into some matinee. at melee central a war internal so gutted such
vomit to arise in stench. I beautified you. I was a fence through you. I celebrate
the gate for you. so much silent timbre too much loudness a last sensation as
giving up its ghost. so pleasant to ignore us so desperate to cure self as a
man destroyed his chamber memories. a dark cloud a pensive mistake while most
are agreed on innocence: as a fact, we love them uninformed, such travels to
find something we can’t keep; for behaviors are nudging, love is a misnomer, or
calculated each desperation; as opened eyes such sun-milk while detours feel so
excellent. (I’ll be hated for honesty. I’ll be a mistake for innocence. or
carved from ghettoes given to midnight screams!)
it was dynamic such an aura where a countenance was
sophisticated. so treasured as never an interest, while aware of itself as an
identity. to want such films where two are so hectic into a monster or a feline;
so many affairs such devastation or introduced to bodies too early. by rich
furious candy or such bathing in licorice so unclean so magnifying. a mount of
restraint as it came lately while webs seem unruly. those catches while honesty
isn’t an option while making a woman feel good backfired.
