Miriam, the sun of the sea
The way back from the present
Forgiveness as a thorn in your skin
The knowledge of the better
Forgot to learn
As an ivy of intellectuality
I pushed the songs of
Crawled in himself
The darkness of light
Hovers over the fields
Stunned the melancholy
As a channel of sadness
I imagine
The God of the present
Painted on the back of a colorful jacket
Demand for the afterlife
Quiet prosperity
story of a god
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quaileyedsnowfish
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quaileyedsnowfish
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ragged thoughts
Pale faces
A dream that did not exist
The miracle of man in the mirror
Of ragged thoughts
Hope the weather of the coming and going
We know what the wish was drowned
As a child increased
Angry Hypocrites
Childlike behavior
Man cleared intoxicating
Uniqueness of a piece of fallen
In the warm sunlight
The daytime sleep flows through my veins
I crowned myself and the vision
If a listener who is involved
In the search for the one personality
Crumpled like a piece a little warrior
A dream that did not exist
The miracle of man in the mirror
Of ragged thoughts
Hope the weather of the coming and going
We know what the wish was drowned
As a child increased
Angry Hypocrites
Childlike behavior
Man cleared intoxicating
Uniqueness of a piece of fallen
In the warm sunlight
The daytime sleep flows through my veins
I crowned myself and the vision
If a listener who is involved
In the search for the one personality
Crumpled like a piece a little warrior
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quaileyedsnowfish
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when you came my way
The rules of the incompetent
I consider myself to search the mist in my thirsty desire
The dead-stripped prosperity
It's like the wind in his knowledge annoyed
We walk through the dazzling fireworks and jays
By the decision of character
One way of absolute
Its like sleeping butterfly at the quay
Space for the inattention
Who does devoured imitate
As if they themselves can not be
The powerful reality in the fog
By his own charming glass knowledge
Decided to reconcile with the fruits of this dark song
I was myself again
If the future was like saying the forgiveness of a crow
And he hit into the present with his legs varnish
I consider myself to search the mist in my thirsty desire
The dead-stripped prosperity
It's like the wind in his knowledge annoyed
We walk through the dazzling fireworks and jays
By the decision of character
One way of absolute
Its like sleeping butterfly at the quay
Space for the inattention
Who does devoured imitate
As if they themselves can not be
The powerful reality in the fog
By his own charming glass knowledge
Decided to reconcile with the fruits of this dark song
I was myself again
If the future was like saying the forgiveness of a crow
And he hit into the present with his legs varnish
Re: story of a god
.. you know, fish, there are some pretty nice lines tucked in these, some of which will become part of my thesis on you. [once I get around to it, that is]
.. anyway, here's my working title: The Obscure Genius of a Common Tart.
.. okay, well, if I didn't have so much work on my plate, I'd say more.. but it will have to wait. Keep up the good work, and maybe some day you can write full time and tell your johns to go screw themselves. [seems like just desserts, I'd say]
Yours in the various trades,
Professor V. D. Flowers
Violet