Sunday, March 29, 2015
Disappointed
Family quasi trial mane priest drone land causes puck friend world nair donny pulp quirk sake preen toss a family quaint worldless stumbling troubled cold waif rolled dark climbing drained stopped a bird trouble climbing caskets flowers yard a mother says I am here. Quote her slow failing which is a head in her hands tossing no combing no bathing no medication no kindness no help. Queer stumbling land stars stink place I stuff collapses into the shaft of me. Queer clauses toss my mind here and are pulps of a don naked and troubled part of life is love here I am queer naked soft moosey stark and bothered I am stopped and dark and lost in a friend's drink without words, without penises or love. Suckers silt the density of my tank filled silt donning freedom to shave my drums I am pained with night. Flaws skull roses Mandy Angie . I file my wain flowering shit. I called roses laughter. I bothered anger he thought of stinking as a nut troubling God with hate. Teenage brothers seek love from my troubles not often not lossed not cold not pain. Wards of rest.. Positive callings weird as a night with a panther creating money from a rot ting class. Bullshit Marxism is a chaotic taste of rape and shame.
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