Saturday, August 15, 2009


Reflect a      glass   as  machine
left inside any other
I here. its
chrysalis. A membranous verse, touching up against other allotted verses.
Outside, , sturdier
to the eye.
Something please palatable So many text if its face faces. How much of time
is, with toilets, a bed. This is common stuff for those who care to listen
closer than before like the way you move your muscles toward me.

It's a dilemma of will against winters,

as in to that which within at with and and its spine.

You throw ing a snake into water and reference dips into fish mouths, baubles
to catch up with you, to be alluring
filled with ways to obscure a smoke. we move with it. Stuck with it, Space
collapses into time, and they emerge simple, clean-lined. It feels a lot like
it’s rounded edges

and a person to red lights a cat with white paws

its concern for familiarity. Who else could conceive it? Gregarious, Christmas.
I am today is the day he is going to die.

Memories in a marble egg.
down my center, rubs itself
This sense of the sublime, rushing up against ocean waves.

Il ajouta avec confiance.

Liars' lips move perfectly. There is a seam running worn and comes unraveled.
As it is an imperfect thing.

becomes, though further if it means anything.

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