15.1.09

Tea has their end then the picture of the king.

Inside the hollowed out hish canoe laid the tea-death hands the glitter over with a soft cushion bell. The knock was crushing legs and Detective Head was listed as none. The combat was radial, Premature was killed. Lang a tooth bangtagarist lends me the right one. His head was silver.. chrome intact it was a lie I coated it with worms overeating the funeral, Furniture went out came back and again sat down and then again began to look up and see windowsills were greasing the faces and his macaroon chimp face was hurdling towards a lasso. Juicing the limited editions from stacks that are way out there weird and The Holsters were out of power, sat the knife. Wind was his pal and Furniture liked the ballerina. Sat only once and began to move Furniture looked over mysterious chilled eyes rounded cheeks sour under Uranus, Neptune, Pluto, and the afternoon counting one by one delightful playing cards.

3 comments:

C.J.Duffy said...

Breathtaking, absolutely breathtaking.

doriandra said...

beauty is that ballerina with chair stool legs-amazing.

kek-w said...

Love yr riddims, man...!

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