so
tomblike such a memory to believe more than actual. webs at his eyes blood
deaths at ankles such cigars with passion. to assume you to pity myself while
winning is wars—cursed or surrendering while a cell has five steps. a pacing
problem a want for arsenic at tension with anything breathing. sapphire skin or
tales of winds so insincere to myself. Love was mighty such long perils or so
drugged a man feels like a father. indeed, others have pains or patience as
degrading anything it would touch. a spark of thunder or melted metals so
mesmeric in shame. submission in a moment where she will rebuild—she shall
remember!
I chance the highway. I pull over in
Hollywood. I see a group in suits. I walk around, like a repellant, while
tugged to gander. Love is in yellow leather, a black blouse and red leather
boots. “It’s up to you.” yes. a deeper memory. to see boldness as so prepared.
a gut reaction, a deep dissatisfaction, where respect in range is a pistol. she
followed. I was aimless. she spoke myriad tongues. it’s game in fire it’s welts
in bleeding, it’s hickory for sell. such looseness so unfulfilling so upon a
breeze when it whispers. I walked afar. I described my absence. I drove
aimless.
but a silhouette but a kid some
class. I would feel awkward. I would dine at six. it was life for warfare—some
jungle some jangle some jousting. most adorable essence most suffering branch
as to watch when she danced. a ruined circular system or spoiled saltpeter,
where something loses its Jesus. (tension between us, a man pegged, while
tomorrow seems brighter. I will continue to run, but I never looked back, while
this is harmful. by seaside mourning or starsong magic so removed from every
thing in me; such a scream, a penalty, while I might feel atmosphere: its guts its
gale so gathered like pieces.) to deteriorate, to fret damages—to say sorry by
lights!
