out of reason lost with Jesus it
seems atheists are tripping grounds. cultic eyes cultic grit so nervous
drinking inheritance – a black soul a black man a black future. I saw a thong I
pleaded for reunion it was triple patience, cold gristle bone. most amore in
building a woman claiming Stallion so Megan a man needs to conquer Behemoth. so
broken such gutter guts while being chosen feels like resurrection. or blue
eyes brown skin or doing 80 mph – at state reborn, a meeting in silence, an
occult we never spoke of. at Lamborghini lips at Ferrari hips back to Africa,
but they skeptic on Americans. sold for change, blazed a cigarette, was back to
our ghettoes – like deep pathetic, like deeper suggestion, nothing worse than a
lady with no game. to watch the flippancy, to hear the wizardry, while yelling
she has said so little.
mulberry dealings, a go-getter
attitude, but miles by trials it gets to a triple beam. mango cigars shrubbery
weeds, a blunt into a limo nightingale. eyelids weary, green eyes, white flesh,
never had touching like that. our caramel skin, big hipped miracle, as time
frets itself.
terrarium buttocks helium responses
never saw so many signs. hourglass lying, so thick in disaster, while a
mistress was too thin, it crushed in bones. blood daquiris gin tonic dice, so south
it aches to remember. I frittered a hundred, it left quickly, met a soul from Lebanon.
lacquer to a table, lines to a chief, a soul so steep met with murder. or
crying still, a pistol irregular, so much to end with self-determination – a suicide
a game the stove is heated in our guts.
