Tractor beamCataplasiaTractor beam
There's a tractor in my tea beam a minirva parked in the cinnamen up my space station.
Inside peers p a r k e d kawolfing lady.
Metering out against anguish with a zoo.
Back and forth, unconcievable, stealing all my
kenetic energy. Sitting on the
Steam line of Dublin.
Let's get Irish.
Driving into the lake. Pushing from the window. Drove into another well furnished apartment.
Every single action has a consequence. all of them.
But I don't feel bad for Bociss.
On the Verge of IcecreamPlum smack dab middle right on center, bordello loveOn the Verge of Icecream
don't worry. look. See.
It's simple.
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I'm coming for you babe. Pulling on my telescope.
The Blue Lava envelopes.
The drip that paints to pourdip into the wolves of celestialThe drip that paints to pour
from the alloy sharpened near death
count the progression through the ages
a lateral drift plucked for stout mischief
unbound and overboard from the slosh
from the points where time-matter spoke
bourn void of memory, so heavily stamped
crawling to connect with that something
a taste of dignified galore made polar pour
seeping down my equator, steaming my harmonica
getting credit for the same advice. attempting to transverse
the cosmopolitan munching.
The block, a cube. Born orange grave
--
"I've taken enough walks alone
to know how real nothing is."
~dystopian-dream-girl
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"We are like the living dead, sacrificing all we have, with a frozen heart and a soul on fire" -H.I.M.
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