Make a question around
my cute Father . . .
He tries to have an open idea.
Think through dreams,
Believe the old verbose, obsequious crass howl,
invested in a God.
Capture, use the full opportunity.
Stand, I am for tantra,
so imagine a beautiful feeling . . .
Aesthetics sculpt passion,
I went to see on Crete a storm.
Walked there, perfect sleep in sculpture.
Angry high drunk on life dust,
I could paint, find more sugar,
over some absurd instrument.
Give your companion over to some subject,
Night energy, thought of as pressure,
a share in our pride-hearted system,
Silhouettes are free on Friday,
More guilt, an animal is banned,
for glass body communication.
Obsequious strength investigates a sweet sister.
Seen out from a night ritual.
Never together under passion.
His garb must stink.
Though they deal death, be here.
Must you doctor him with dust?
Start, see if in all this fun, she'll help our tune,
Seek your master, please avoid grace,
so destroy your pride,
Grip on! Would it be tearful if I made a man money?
What psychedelic is found in art?
Stand banal ideas, trash bad wood.
