August 2011
6 posts
s-star blur
an interstellar intercourse between the infinite inferior intelligence superior, indifferent
hand in hand
the conclusion was concussive the misery was massive then came the sadness hand in hand with summer madness
timeless
cute, cute crescent moon sand crabs in the hourglass burrowed under time
picup artist
you were orbiting around an utmost perfect picturesque picnic
myst
i’m washing my jeans in a blue bowl of your tears we centrifugate
myth
go on, create your mythology on the rocks of the reefy roll