Dawning bonfire,trending illusions, draped in glorious expanse.
Somebody crying, somebody wandering into the ball and crystal legends.
She wondered about death in life and crabs and succulent Rosewood Beatitudes. Nausea and glum leanings.
He wants to JUDGE JUDGE, and begrudge. But the trip was abhorrent and manifested great undulating forces that could could never be created therefore were without beginning.
My mom always knew it was a bad idea to tread the sea and to go under the suns bright lies.
Itching to see you rise through the air with strawberries dangling from your earlobes. So beautiful and glinting in the moonlight where pear skins are tanned for the great celebration of the hated cosmos.