Tuesday, April 8, 2008

yep

...there was that place with red roses and whispering piano keys .pulp. luminous presence unrelenting incandescence in crescent beats of slowly roasted (we are evaporating), condenses . accor. dION according lemon sourlion of quintescence maple syrup in your presence I melt through you, convalescent.

my price is the absence of obtrusive compla sense. lioness den-making cloud rain beat shaker
tooth cloth arrow muse,
danses ghost circles
trepas trepas y miras el desierto, cubierto en un gigante oasis del invierno, contento con todo lo que proyectas en el tiempo. Me alertas cuando piensas que no tomo el momento sujeto .....Faltan muchos bailes de mascaras en esta canoa, enorme y suelta en el medio del mar violento.

que ves
me quitas el aliento

1 comment:

Victorytea said...

give me a call sometime, lemme know what your up to!