Drowning in the pale light of absynth reason, an underdog beleives in the volume of arthritic air and stumbles most graciously into the cotagious reflux of dirty lil sonnets like a dusty gold box filled with a Godiva succubus.
Am I to beleive this plight of Venus to be the tapeworm of kindness. Are you in full possesion of your senses! There is no still frame to discharge the wrathes of my innocense. I have all but worn my sanctioned welcome and verily smile with alabaster moths for eyes. The Cheshire hangman and the diamond ore glitters upon her supple back! And the clammour of diseased music echoes within the filter of my crippled fears.
It is in the vexation of an exhausted reclaiming that the itch of violet muse begins like dew drops in the creases of my burning sight. Her hands cup the heat that has nearly destoyed the vile merchants of angels and honey filled light. The levers of of a diabolical organ disperse a legion unto the fragmented horse of mine own madness and begs once more to see a castle in the clouds.
~S~
Am I to beleive this plight of Venus to be the tapeworm of kindness. Are you in full possesion of your senses! There is no still frame to discharge the wrathes of my innocense. I have all but worn my sanctioned welcome and verily smile with alabaster moths for eyes. The Cheshire hangman and the diamond ore glitters upon her supple back! And the clammour of diseased music echoes within the filter of my crippled fears.
It is in the vexation of an exhausted reclaiming that the itch of violet muse begins like dew drops in the creases of my burning sight. Her hands cup the heat that has nearly destoyed the vile merchants of angels and honey filled light. The levers of of a diabolical organ disperse a legion unto the fragmented horse of mine own madness and begs once more to see a castle in the clouds.
~S~
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