WWI

Showered clean lean beams of good light dancing sinfull spickety smickety tickety tick  s lashing
glittery specks of water picking tiny atoms out of the angels gel  . upward lewd baby blue lying sky
puffy clouds bloating like rising loafs of white bread going somewhere exotic in the southerly fried flow the green teeming tree tops breezing about later a dark tattered night the moon ball oranged by a gas of unknown agent...

stop it im tired of the tune you play gargoyle the bass is bastart and the horn blows meaningless lies Eric god bless you gave us one for the ages we salute you nice composition bhoyo now fuck off and leaves us be.

thinking of u and wart  dew, wet morning on a bird bath little feather tickling the lather under my oxster walk fast my sweet love the tide is coming to take the tale fly with the chirping one too the warm sun and start anew worn by the pillars of please...

hare on the go running  bouncy-ing southly  smelt skies sipping tea at 2 feeling right about nothing  tears swell at aborted love long gone  see them lined in rows at the heavenly gate crumpets on plate lazy dts on sunday morning shaked from her sweet...