Spring 2019
Created by boredom that
you were eating under the
sun concealed by the fog. A
slimy veneer calmed you
down. When, biting my lip,
bled to death.
"The cat is hiding. In the graveyard at night. Your pronunciation sinks. Straight to my mind. A fertile cat gives birth. On your grave at night."
Ripped page from the testament. Correct name. Presence of forks. She spoon-fed me with her waste. Fork in the calf. Amen.
When she was cutting her fingernails of her right hand, she used to count the seconds that. Then she put on the red of Persia nail-polish thinking about those short pants, just above the knee, she had when she was a child. In the sea meanwhile the oil was meeting a. A beam of meaningless for memory.
Nomenclature: Surgeon. What? Surgeon. Beyond.
The. Surgeon. Dusky skin you are so vive. 2daysTOSAVEME.
When will you come?
I played chess with.
Nobody ends.
On his final : YYY :
I think we should get.
CHESSplayer. In your bed.
Sunshine blanket square.
ComeOnGhostletsgoparty.
Castanets4Fresh.
DrunkDriverDopeGhost.
My black cat is in overdose