Saturday, January 30, 2016

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i feel stark and winds of feelings i purchase
at the leberhosen i translate that to the point of claim mame and original piece
by the doctor feel short of expectation
but i chose ghost of the most an appetite of ck off and blew my money on a sweet honey full i lacquer down
on the coast to coast poach a seat for the good timing on the random colonizing of pop sleaze.
I read robots at tv dinner connections while
it makes me queasy uneasy to cir·c feet need to weep call cab but i ding dong on all the damn time
the bar was filled and i had integument a whole world hemoglobin Ecstasy vile on piles of clothes hampers
at rage of being offs the
whole card game was coy fill
i partly partied g outrageous on the outer skirts of my after noon tea party.
sick dogs on ballparks of knocking the ever glowing pool jam, the glue suck of a kissy mouth and talkative hip
disc jock the had to bring the chopppin
block i sat for this and so i had to piss his door was open i layer myself in and felt Pound a midnight teary cold
breeze of a fever gone solo.
got low on the play show but dough i sold was just about golden cower
i freeze frame i am shame but the wens day singer is out there/
foxed him out the cold with he she look its all it took inside the album she spoke of what was tear circle jerkin.

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