iqmagi

Here lies the silver worm of a contagious smile. Lift arabesque the mailaise of enui and shudder in the cold half light of a gentle succubus. Through the yellow teeth of unceratainty the scalp of decided monsters undo the velvet ribs of black smoke and amber cetipedes to flower in the unknown spores of conscious. Did you notice the pause in the reclaiming? This disassociation of bartered aliases meeting on the eve of marzipan and cinnabar? Perhaps it was in the eye of a gray rainbow hidden deep within the shrine of 100 zanax, ebbing as a voice within the clouds.