Maybe the only trail I will ever leave is that of a slug or worm on a side walk that glistens in the fluorescent lights of the night.

You're like an old storage unit I refuse to clean out. These materials that hold us together are in a decrepit state. I hide you in dreams, amongst cobwebs, and still hold you in dark places. All the tenderness left on the inside of my eyelids seems can never show itself in the light of the morning.

Thank you for acknowledging the existence of me. I had a dream I could pull out these eyes like green marbles in the light.

Even these June night skies seem to be illuminated, I hope somehow I am able to shine through, rather than using this electro-magnetism to turn multiple streetlights off on each corner.

You can tell she's a vampire, the souls of her victims are stuck in the fat of her thighs, each vacuole an individual.

Oh things are starting to get strange, there's a man in a dress in me bed and his tits are on the floor. I woke up with a glitter facial, without letting him go past the navel.

The minnows of the evening begin their feeding. I just want to sleep, while the cat spies on.

Do we have a reptilian brains? Will the growth of scales occur?
You make the street corner come alive, with your gioconda smile.

Well it's a new season and I reached the threshold on the chronological time line where the bottle is accessible in legal terms.
Though I could of waited for tonight's festivities I decided that's not me such restless spirits. So I gathered the bit of change on top of the image of The Lady of Guadalupe. Did the blessed know she'd be helping me in ( Read more... )

What connects people, disclosing those with prior lineage. I'm speaking of in the erotic sense. Well a common component that's mentioned is shared interests. We could both have a keen insight with the proverbial black hole that's left without the completion of the anime series Berzerk, radio communications that bounce signals off trails left from ( Read more... )