To model a kid's silhouette, literally look.
A metal instrument,
twinkled, wryly caught, a childhood delusion,trusted and shared with you.
Carve space, forget summer nights.
May you please, joyously, give freedom.
Observe, and crowded dry Earth.
We must hurry, see into a secret sin,
nimbly navigate open obsessive work.
Create a new home, how might I run?
Should the monkey have come?
How will you go? I see old experts.
"Miss Ivy!" "Expert!" I mean it.
Present psychedelic peace at dusk,
attaches watery silhouettes to sound,
I'm sure this missive uses high praise,
Deserves affection of a past sex angel.
Investigate the obtuse ugly canvas phobia.
The mind is good in bed.
Important music grows full.
young sculptures give a sugar laugh.
Painful, because your style said,
"Man they never suffer passively."
To my ugly shards:
Cold cooking runs back to ground,
Should the monkey have come?
How will you go? I see old experts.
"Miss Ivy!" "Expert!" I mean it.
Present psychedelic peace at dusk,
attaches watery silhouettes to sound,
I'm sure this missive uses high praise,
Deserves affection of a past sex angel.
Investigate the obtuse ugly canvas phobia.
The mind is good in bed.
Important music grows full.
young sculptures give a sugar laugh.
Painful, because your style said,
"Man they never suffer passively."
To my ugly shards:
Cold cooking runs back to ground,
I suffer to think of jokes.
The blind missive heard metal
almost made our music.
Cloth filled my mouth, stale,
when despair gets you,
The air feels empty.
The blind missive heard metal
almost made our music.
Cloth filled my mouth, stale,
when despair gets you,
The air feels empty.
