Saturday, July 25, 2015
Saturday, July 4, 2015
Drag their clear manes across what's not so clear.
Bookmark all the shadows I do.
In my new clothes and ignoring death
I bend over a hill in the early owl finger.
A huge swarm of creatures at risk of their headphones on
Keep playing the games then are done.
My skin falls off those that come next.
Dark fish lush.
My boss is soiled panties.
Fruits and vegetables in love with what I've never tried.