I
dip cloth I hit liquor so sore as a sour creature. to rethink womb to accurse a
star while such moved by celebrity. its touch its battle surefire into a coma.
she came over a clinical physician we talked unto rawness; the blood trickling
those veins bathing as accused of marijuana. so kleptic so devout while
meditation goes so far; by cut or rut by stand or land by deep depression. I loved
so much yelling to ask a person to be real with its furnace. a bathed man a
shaved man a man with degrees—running into fire or filmed naked while his brain
went on hiatus. so many cars such a trance everyone looked hypnotized: I laughed
but silently; I giggled until she came; we made differences in blue blaze! it
dies with me, I will never tell, where names bombard his guts. to adore a star
to make love to a model while it happened in the blink an eye! it meant so much
that it meant nothing where we never touched aches again. such meraki such
aeipathy where a man might deceive himself. I loved a body I called it a brain
while so close we hate each other. a woman as a professor to look at her aura
while never another soul. so uncomfortable to sense it so gathered to hear it,
while it couldn’t if panic was sweet. I looked at another woman, for the first
time, I felt my body tingle. such disgust for deliverance, such tender memories,
while we loathe each other. the war of petals those daffodils until a man has
to satiate a woman. so inadequate so much a curse if or if she dies to
resurrect the third day! I hit its liquor as to realize most do not read; to
get so close to amour romance if but to have so much of your mind—those days so
uncomfortable so delectable so angry one responded so impassively. as a dear
miracle—oh Love—you have always remained as diamonds! such Trump dirt such
Biden rivers while some sleep on Harris. the fire of its rose those bathing delinquencies
while Love was so treasured over a candy bar.
