Thanks for anything that sailed away ( Read more... )

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She kneels before the green-screen trees
And takes apart emotions
Rebuilds them all with expertise
And redefines devotion
Her fragile form is taking in
The angles with perfection
I want the truth, but settle in
For lovely blue reflections

I yearn for the day
When plastic lovers collide
And superheroes fuck the sky.

Percolating politics sitting in the syndicate wishing on my wish list wishing I could thrift this. Take a tram and travel to the transatlantic tenses talking telephoto lenses documenting my expenses ( Read more... )

I see the National Geographic Wild Kingdom specials on television, in which we see the hierarchy or predators. Lions, stalking their prey, moving silently through the tall grass, and then chasing and bringing down a gazelle. One lion holding the dying animal by the throat, while another is disemboweling it,. And you see the wild, desperate look on ( Read more... )