legacies of cunts ---
they say "chocolate"
magic spells : spell casters ; ruthless dreamers
sounds of ringing church bells, all at once like a clausterphobic gong!
" I Do "
ceremonies of beer and brothers!
mayhem of fabrics and colors
screeches of gardens plants which get trampled --
moaning of countless whores when they see the Star ;
music of the dramas which haunt the tart Queen :
an ode to the Mad Hatter
my seductive smiles and legs =
its an approach to the cars of berries - black and blue : bruised.
game: lethal james who became a fucking bond .
neon lights and reflecting drunk glasses.
oh! how i need a salutation ---
the desparate need to be overnice and recognised.
clamber and pull --
all the chains of my nerves ..
weaken the heart
Strip the shirt
i dunno who you are, but you have really tickled my cells! loved this piece!!
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