Dear Friends,
Post Mortum ad infinitum the crux felicity and the vices of yet another psalm begin to scale silver armour to endure these howlings that trickle from the mouth that purses from these salted wounds. I could brandish this eulogy like a devils watermark to scorch the curved grotto with hooved leather and electric eyes. I could have a forest luncheon of sixpence and precipitous nickle feeds while feasting on Horace and blood red champaign. But not today.
I have the deriliction to charge with unwarrented posture. Within the cuckhold of my pepper scented horn burns the dog star of every ruin and the inevitable hospitality of yet another romance blessed by the moan filled serpentine gourd of Media, gorgon to the fleur of the sanguin discus and marble templars of old.
Cheshire this with blessings and corn fed bliss. And sustain the laughter of your child. To the sky, I embrace you, and nestle lapis heaven and eggshell whites until the spoon fed mysteries of night begins anew!
Yours,
~S~
Post Mortum ad infinitum the crux felicity and the vices of yet another psalm begin to scale silver armour to endure these howlings that trickle from the mouth that purses from these salted wounds. I could brandish this eulogy like a devils watermark to scorch the curved grotto with hooved leather and electric eyes. I could have a forest luncheon of sixpence and precipitous nickle feeds while feasting on Horace and blood red champaign. But not today.
I have the deriliction to charge with unwarrented posture. Within the cuckhold of my pepper scented horn burns the dog star of every ruin and the inevitable hospitality of yet another romance blessed by the moan filled serpentine gourd of Media, gorgon to the fleur of the sanguin discus and marble templars of old.
Cheshire this with blessings and corn fed bliss. And sustain the laughter of your child. To the sky, I embrace you, and nestle lapis heaven and eggshell whites until the spoon fed mysteries of night begins anew!
Yours,
~S~