crying sea

[quaileyedsnowfish]

Responsibility is crying at the news of today it has clothing of a red stranded bloodless
Fire it’s.... the easiest memory but the hardest trail that the aloneness is deprived of its
Blisters in the Sunday morning .....the skip of the oblivion fights the crying sea
As it waits to explode as the wicket stray becomes a wandering glass of knowing ....
In my hand the ship of tracking down the hurt of the wishbones of sorrow




I confine the music... and I bring my soul to the real blessed overlapping story’s ...
The Antipas at the limits of my brightened marry ...the background of my glass of absinth
Is emotional blue ....and the job of knowing is the passionate realm of the spine in a tolerated wish ...
The signature of my evidence of blank negotiation is a drawl of inspired music ....
The lids of the dawn of heat is in the knawel of strength... I’m a fisherman
With a heart of Wednesday’s mornings .... wedding the sprawl of the convoked grieving
The tannery’s of lightning it’s this day that the call is the murmur of destination
.....That the hats of climbing monkeys fall in the threshold
The prescription of a solitude that is veils the strongest gift ....
series of doubtful strangers coming through the night that has called the essence....
of are hearts the population stranded with one voice and milks the sunlight’s....
innocence as it rolls over a bears vengeance the dressing of the overhauled blessing signs ....the troops of calmness on stages of black on the peak of are
overruled sanctimony ...I visit the moon with my languish of silence I guard
the discontented blaze into the crawling fire ...

[Animal Lover]

Responsibility is crying at the news of today it has clothing of a red stranded bloodless
Fire it’s.... the easiest memory but the hardest trail that the aloneness is deprived of its
Blisters in the Sunday morning .....the skip of the oblivion fights the crying sea
As it waits to explode as the wicket stray becomes a wandering glass of knowing ....
In my hand the ship of tracking down the hurt of the wishbones of sorrow




I confine the music... and I bring my soul to the real blessed overlapping story’s ...
The Antipas at the limits of my brightened marry ...the background of my glass of absinth
Is emotional blue ....and the job of knowing is the passionate realm of the spine in a tolerated wish ...
The signature of my evidence of blank negotiation is a drawl of inspired music ....
The lids of the dawn of heat is in the knawel of strength... I’m a fisherman
With a heart of Wednesday’s mornings .... wedding the sprawl of the convoked grieving
The tannery’s of lightning it’s this day that the call is the murmur of destination
.....That the hats of climbing monkeys fall in the threshold
The prescription of a solitude that is veils the strongest gift ....
series of doubtful strangers coming through the night that has called the essence....
of are hearts the population stranded with one voice and milks the sunlight’s....
innocence as it rolls over a bears vengeance the dressing of the overhauled blessing signs ....the troops of calmness on stages of black on the peak of are
overruled sanctimony ...I visit the moon with my languish of silence I guard
the discontented blaze into the crawling fire ...

the cat sat on the mat, now it's crying, see?

[Violet]

.. Animal Lover, you're silly. And you look like you just saw a ghost. I had a kitten once who looked like that..

.. [Violet muses on her long lost kitty]..

alright, back to work. [gotta get out this next installment]