Thursday, July 12, 2012
Empty a cloud gather go. So numb the tongue
a channel plus opened. Edges within. An entry
was must for the patient fervor. Who wants
as a grafted stack hampered at bleak dilettante
phases in a waning harlequin chair. Beleaguer
while jarred an upsurge. Pumped to the cushion
bleak cot fretted and mild. Of a perpetual state.
Who lacquered that oaken door shut. That the
entire buzz of denoted hoards left to cling by
their uneasy guilt. Until rubber bounced upon
the chiffon crevice, kept at no better effort as.
And only in undoing has flown out the noiseless
erasures. Then with such the tamper hammer
man sociopath. The circuit closer to a roo sack.
The Lady in the Radiator