skin of garlic. I ve sought any primal rhythm filth-footed on our sonorous corpsed and fetal soil only to founder mutely, where will your colts run when
with our broken hands in the lion's skull and the bees 'gain be born from the earths soaked and pregnant guts as nests of parted lips will kiss the pulse
pulse of easy fruits but the dregs of our threshings have no debt of birth and the plastic wont remember. Ignorant fumes is the only sap they will spew
i throw my throat to anchor it will surely flounder or rust altogether in the briny pits of my salty seething weight. All that is anchored will eventually
Grapes and glands swollen on antlered necks, even amongst the swelter, the birds have fallen pip. the psaltries sing alone. gut strings and teeth pulled
, but our imbricated teeth arent't meant for ruminating on such cuds. They say he thats born to be hanged will never drown, I will still tie myself to
found sensitivities. but such ennervating kisses of caramel will blister our temples with the constriction of burnt sugar. The ebb and flow of our infant senses will
saccharin and syrup on a gnat's mangled onion wing line two - wince for the fruit of absent threshings, our starch bellies and plastic minds will never
the skin of garlic. I ve sought any primal rhythm filth-footed on our sonorous corpsed and fetal soil only to founder mutely, where will your colts run
new found sensitivities. but such ennervating kisses of caramel will blister our temples with the constriction of burnt sugar. The ebb and flow of our infant senses will
though i throw my throat to anchor it will surely flounder or rust altogether in the briny pits of my salty seething weight. All that is anchored will
chewing, but our imbricated teeth arent't meant for ruminating on such cuds. They say he thats born to be hanged will never drown, I will still tie myself
plums saccharin and syrup on a gnat's mangled onion wing line two - wince for the fruit of absent threshings, our starch bellies and plastic minds will
