alienateme

Knots only crowd citadels. My gift to you is this. You don't need sense, just words. The cheque book locks the door. The ice box lets out a howl. The organic text is raw, and inedible. I danced with you for the first time. Under a manifesto of something I don't know. I want to see the stars orbiting. The language I wanted to learn Never existed. So I settled. Raspberry Juice is only good on Mondays. But I rather drink cranberry juice. The plaque of pillows is immense and comfortable. Rubber bands relocate. A crow whispers to me. The murder flies. I watch it. Tantalized. Starkly. Silence crowds my cancerous behavior. Many sta