fur there cold

Cold, describe the importance of commune i-caption.

To understand restructure the findings of your orbited session around your own shelf..

Find those phrases that figure your figure and that which is not your figure but

makes you the perre son of your resistance.

Vacation of the sky that you usually inhabit to explore and deplore clouds which you

do not like to stare or peak, peek, peak their petty tolerances.

Absolve, why the word comes to me I know not, and for this reason I know.

There in the mist of lingering lies a body sexualised sexual in itself with no need

be complete by the Other, in me it is here, elated, liberated not reformed illformed

not to be

lust between fore wards

Ward of the muse non existent in the skin that you brush so intelligently

The hair that tangles around between your fingers is proof that the world is aloof

to your heartache, or may be not and if not then yes, someone could ex-sist and persist

in this reality of Beethoven's Adagio where the Ideal is what is Ideato what is seen right

in front of your eyes and behind their inversion

I am a patient to myself, myself forwarding off the excess added dictions to the non-sense that

surround bee leafs.


Sush pension of belief and leap like a frog into cake, no faith.

When did she stop being a word? When did she concluded on her conditions?

For if there were conditions she would not be, here in this line you see.

Hear this here. The hair falls, withdraws from a head that continuously finds new roots to replace her...

Loanliness, I would like to neologize and eulogise the borrowings that I have returned.

Nothing or warden is interest-free.

I am certain though that I can be the rhyme that survives in the palaces of within caresses

of my own very fairy scary daring sea.

barefoot

Fire crackling out of my shut mouth.

Fingers wise en-devour the I am pulse of want to be not me. Water dragon well come, come in me.

Paw and aim, paw and aim touch and pat the surface of the screen, deep profound ocean of obsession.

Session within me endless journey to become, further father of myself to be a woman I have never met.

Away and closer and closer to be away from the skin, the psyche strangles the scissors that cut its enemies out of its knitted breast.

To feel means weather it shines or it rains you shall run, you shall run it, here the flowing river that belongs to myself and not , and to one.

Ideal, ex-beasts and beauties of the minds that sing and condemn that which you are to love and hate in order to be or dare.

Dare, the time is there, to lure myself into unseeing to lick me.

Enter, exit and move this is how I want you to kill the imaginary climbing onto the symbol of the real Shell,

me, my mother, make me me.