Monday, November 19, 2012

Marmoset Gelding


i love when twinks have beer marmoset under gelding bellies
is that hug a dry-on hug that believes in style over fashion
yes i am all seep and no yeah snow storage
you infuriate me and errors with your different pear mutations

we do not know that the sober reality that we perceive as real
is not just a level of serotonin that god keeps us at to keep the real reality disguised from us
and when we take mind altering substances we get a glimpse of the real reality
im new to this and havent done a lot of things

dry on hugs i resolved to acquire the afore mentioned hug for demain
with no hair on his head said the tide was a bout to change the face of boxing
lets jump to a conclusion and then worry again and again about said conclusion
in case one of castlebars best texters has fingers smaller than a moustache

lemurs were nearby thats why im unsure about one of the situation possibilities
in madrid last weak i nearly fell off of a harmonica situated by a blood fender
it is plain to see the grey skies day after day above blessing tonne
lake lake wherefore art down tumblebread reticence in a time of camouflage

i have an imaginary table on my hands it is black without white spots
i know you would love it if you are such a succour for traipsing around nonsense
when under ground hop hip needs a bus driver to emasculate affording
rooms about town bat a newer nicer foam bed riven with spawn due licks

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