A thoughtful derision blankets the turnstyle of my leperous modicum of sanctimonious harrangue. There is no vinegar in my appelation of Vouve Cliquot! Parishoner's of the civet fraternal citron, and dogwood impressionist eagle proxy and felacio inoccuous dismissals to chaff the veneer of pine lint and molest the air of its ligering saffron!
It is the stasis, of a pragmatic lozenge caught in the hair mouth of a scarecrow prostitution ring frozen in the marble facade of man's filthy asapect of the ideal!
Do you want to know why Sylvia Plath could not fucking take any more? The ugly side of knowing is equally as great as the transmutation. Or the alchemical euphamism of the climb. The only problem is.... brilliance is an assimilation of the sinister labotomization of the atomic and splintered light. The proceeds go to support the monopolized espresso and fargra olive tone salutations of none other than the devilish turd himself.
That lil bitch.
~S~
It is the stasis, of a pragmatic lozenge caught in the hair mouth of a scarecrow prostitution ring frozen in the marble facade of man's filthy asapect of the ideal!
Do you want to know why Sylvia Plath could not fucking take any more? The ugly side of knowing is equally as great as the transmutation. Or the alchemical euphamism of the climb. The only problem is.... brilliance is an assimilation of the sinister labotomization of the atomic and splintered light. The proceeds go to support the monopolized espresso and fargra olive tone salutations of none other than the devilish turd himself.
That lil bitch.
~S~