|congestion, frustration, love hate, relation. equation.
||[May. 27th, 2006|01:26 am]
Behold a universe shat out a sun burnt fetus|
Please God Jesus, the Moon can't believe this
Leave this, place. Crawl step walk hast.
Moving incongruently with time lines succeeds
manipulates. Trans migrates. Space. Fabric
gesticulates. Flick of the wrist precipitates.
Love hate. Emotionally disinclined. Harmonically,
intertwined. Mind transcend body and soul. I lefted
you in the, hole. Pealed tires spat exhaust fire, smoke.
Cylinder stroke. Full throttle, choke. Feel me don't.
This is a love and hate relationship that fled lips
and dared not venture, hips. Waist. Motion. Vibrates friction.
Pointless ness addiction. Or victim of like conviction?
Question the congestion i'm experiencing.