Pieces of this tomorrow never to be again. Me, I, this entity, reaching forth never to be again in this form, with these lights. Under these pressures. My head, bleeding forth knowledge. Never to be quite the same- I never, it and I, it was so long ago. Cut the brick and crawl up a tree. Dissolve the illusion and create a new leaf. The breast are round, and the dick is hard. The Past is a Push, for the Push to get pass. Swim a lap, suck a twizzler, kick a ball, chew, and chew, and chew. Now lay an egg. There is your Hope. ~ Dale Harris
Posted on: Sun, 16 Jun 2013 17:24:08 +0000