troop of mice under
one guillotine
the laughing
cheddar
and there's the "trap":
as it tingles with
near death expectations
while
its snout
crushed
to watermelon wine
like gush
like volcano lava... and ***
****** lace and fishnet
stockings and all
that dada-sadistic
two tiers
i wonder about the melatonin
and creeping with nearing
60 and i wonder
what i will do with the money
but i guess if love
is supposed to be also
a place of final exit...
after all i was sniffing old books
today
and even if the party for a day
might be the summary
the only banality
i am not missing no ***
Dua Lipa...
but how gorgeous the life
of stoic feminism
i'd like a broader context
of stoic feminism: Epicurus
or someone should be your daddy...
so much grit from South London:
Croydon...
find a lover sooner
i think twice
i have a heart twice...
but it's not even what i might
want that is the best...
a curiosity for progeny
perhaps... i don't qualify under the quantifiable
explanation
like me trying to imitate echo although i
i still: not thought.
cannibalism lingo
of teenagers and in between pillows
and *** philosophers
ones who have wavering structures
of keeping up with the ordeals
like prickly ******* details...
just... late lunch.