TIME OUT FOR FAVORED MUTUALS AND DOORS (WORDS TO THE SNOW)...
...to use my imagination as if it were all sunshine and warm, as butterflies leech about the flowers like roses acting out a sacrifice of giving romance...i'm sometimes glad to open up this door colored hazy and let the winds drag in concrete paper...
...the words left me feeling like a pen she wrote with in letters and the sounds she made when i released my purple display while i was non-sunlight...
...this fragment of a commercial spoke out gratuitous breaths of the non-speak word as i woke up feeling that i know that i want pencils...
...and now, i am left without thinking...painting old records for a hobby...
...slopping up those old messes with a cloud gray haze of purple with a cow-gazed stare that says i cannot hear you...all visuals displayed are worth the noise of hindsight.
...to use my imagination as if it were all sunshine and warm, as butterflies leech about the flowers like roses acting out a sacrifice of giving romance...i'm sometimes glad to open up this door colored hazy and let the winds drag in concrete paper...
...the words left me feeling like a pen she wrote with in letters and the sounds she made when i released my purple display while i was non-sunlight...
...this fragment of a commercial spoke out gratuitous breaths of the non-speak word as i woke up feeling that i know that i want pencils...
...and now, i am left without thinking...painting old records for a hobby...
...slopping up those old messes with a cloud gray haze of purple with a cow-gazed stare that says i cannot hear you...all visuals displayed are worth the noise of hindsight.