Depraved and moribund in a nocturnal state of emergency and procreation playing basketball ball in the courts of our minds. Parallel existence in the realm of the revolutionary and insane magical thinking and drinking grenadine and green tea contemplating jazz on the balcony. Super duper stratosphere in pink and electric blue making love to astroids on the distant shore. Aliens with antennas and big gaping black eyes riding Helicopters hydroplaning to sunny pastel candy coated Cotton confection in the clouds of your contemplation
Wine stained conversation blessed with marigolds and good intentions my love lust lost losing lover hurt like no other but in the sunset of his youth he was an unrequited lover. So shall the sun set on your feet sweet prince and
je t'aime forevermore or at least until the next good score
Having conclusions and in the heat of the night I was his only solution to a bitter series of unfortunate events that took the seashells from the ivory of my tea cup sized breast
He spit on my face and I asked for more. Living off candy bars under the sycamore . My wanderlust wonderland . apples of evolution , self deluted temporary solutions, walk the walk of the new prostitution. Criminals are carnivores gang banging in institutions trying to have a counter-revolution. the forbidden folklore of my flat lining existence into the soft shores of my moral resistance dedicated to my lost innocence the day I beat down and came back with effervescence.
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