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REAU. Look at your soul in pearl juju gillett flying over faulting phalts. Zine infiltrated phosphoric sidney off into an explosion of glo dynafrom the children of blues and maroon overshadowing the konradical purp embracing the ice vicinity of red hurl and whirled slush for stomachs filled passed indoctrinate dogmatic duker. Wondering how to not go through spectrum whitening arriving at blue monochromatic moonlight trees barking, trees rustling their leaves and snarling their covered faces at me. Loud clouding, the tint of mermaid scales Pink jumping and skipping on steel while people feel if you let them slide, you will certainly let them ice skate and kick at you knowing they wear blades. Heart stain like fed up girlfriend bleach all over expensive clothing that once covered lacerations from proceeding to fight bulls after getting off my unicorn. People offering coffee understanding the love of it- for it- needy of mornings after someone were told to go drink Clorox. Bacterial properties bludgeoning the red into a naught cherry juice squirt to make one side of a broken emotion Out to devour books and women with leather stares into the sliding the sliding- of boo thang turquoise militarized blue dotted along traumatic purple static that of a smokers face for fire flow. Mystic curving as an apple with a candy center white for twirling into nights bumping up against the pants the fidiculous starry starry universal flowering bomb out the womb of petals Greenish orange of hurricane dirt on a window that only gets used when rain cometh around- The birds chirped again, the blades grass went up as should and new lusts came - a Santa Monica berry of electric proportions that shoots black fireworks in a sense of breaking into an old vacant place of worship just to access the roof to view a skyline. Hurrying hands dive for filling to feel these peachy puddles resembling shoreline throw back of a curly Taylor A neon layered torpedo traveling upward through stingrays tit-dirt aqua region in and out somethings favor. Blood dried by the sun corrupted stream chemically showing up shrine pink as other functional squares out of your circle. Cruel splats of codone carnage choking earlier droppings of blunthead venom I watch the world, leaning over tiger warmth. Little glints of truth showing up in life taking the shape of Emma Stone's face confronting hardships for open eyes into black suns- To get past gold muddy waters having chrome bottoms Using ladders to get from woods to beaches Slightly braking from groundbreak the way John Tavares comes to stinging stops. To walk making the grounds cracks want to escape with you. Look at your name in black cursive leaping across the malia of Venice. |