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Summer's Pink Tongue
A flourescent sea, a vastness in pointalism and pleasance.
My fair shadow suspended in aspic, the vibration and sway of a hanging world. A wicked health to say the least. You may call it beauty, but I call "that" a stale saying.
May it come along? That rhapsody called "my lovely immolation".
Jack and jolly autonomic: Promenade you inabstinent fucks and pussy cats.
I don't know a staple wisdom or opaque reasoning. Abstraction is that and only that as you dissolve.
My fair shadow suspended in aspic, the vibration and sway of a hanging world. A wicked health to say the least. You may call it beauty, but I call "that" a stale saying.
May it come along? That rhapsody called "my lovely immolation".
Jack and jolly autonomic: Promenade you inabstinent fucks and pussy cats.
I don't know a staple wisdom or opaque reasoning. Abstraction is that and only that as you dissolve.
Published 10th Aug 2012
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