7/18/2013

Too hot

Can I contribute a gift? You and me were tied to a tree. We don't know the chainsaw schedule. I was often afoul of the police. She dragged the fox tail hammock out to the woods and sang a piper's ballad. Milady of malady, dreading humid Saturdays. 

Mention most men. They are jelly until 10. A sweater song, come undone at the dangling string of root a gun. 

O, Electro chemical benzene molecule moist meatpacker backpack-flag-attacker! You sultrify the snark dens with leather pants and obsidian earrings. Twist your dope face into something good. Look around - there are 500 sq km of forestable wood. 

Never even met him. Saw reflections on a screen. Every day you have the same dream.

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