The shape of space inside my head is relative to boundless loss of antiquity.
The wind consists of exceptional conflict. Imminent force, which describes a hazard of sorts, wrapped in a hard-shelled skeleton. Orthodox doctrine originates with the ancestors, descendants of the holocaust forever translucent.
Burnt souls and sown persecution aggregate oppression. I saw war said Warsaw soaked in genocide. A final solution by an Austrian cross dresser, with sexual desires admired in the format of niece.
I have a fungal infection in my mind, and acres of horse chestnut on a side platter of flowered pansies, to encapsulate the rain.
Pain, sits on the tip of a silver spoon, with a copper crest that reads, formulate a delivered plan and evaluate the analytical data. Progression is a sample of strategic performance.
I shot the germ man said Swindon’s best, I found him in a dress and divided him into an empty space. Where be subtracted from time and added to infinitum.
Back in the Summer of eighty five thank God I was still alive music was filling the streets as I chilled by the strip here’s the trip many girls were dressed with flames both were not ashamed the innocence of
Tears of Man You have the right to remain silent. Do you make the choice or remain violent? Do you evolve and become more civilized? Or do you choose to stay belligerent? You choose to be healthy, like you are
The bones are brittle as are the thoughts they crumble events of yesterdays that never happened things that happened not remembered today becomes another time faces and events mingle become a crazy quilt He sits and stares unaware of a
Who said that dawn doesn’t know him? Yes … Who has said that? He is secreting night when the sunset flows to poem end ; the flute, which surrendered stealthily to the day song, it runs away from the maze
The pressure in his head at times was unbearable like a vice clamped around his forehead having it twisted a 1/4 –turn at a time and when he finally thinks it can’t get anymore painful then bad timing comes around