syncopated love splatter designed to thrive designed to belong to... damn these machines living without them now running in my mind and rememberance of the loved.. i am a verticle wind that starts on the side of the hiway and twirls up past the old lgging road and onto the flat top mountain. i am a pressing feeling of flesh on flesh and i say hello as somebodey new and differant and alien to this bubble in a blanket. he would know.
Posted on: Wed, 10 Jul 2013 16:37:29 +0000
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