Monday, January 31, 2011
Sailing on Frequencies
Global oceans, graves. Compressed bi-polar sweetness. Welts from surging tempers, religious fits and remorse. Of course we have to sail upon each others frequencies. Perform with skulls. Confess to the barbed-wire tails of jack asses. Rebuild, remorse. We the pagans. Scum of the foragers. Isolate contempt, cradle hate in savage emotive seas. This panting scalded patience serves as our deliverer, servant. Equality?
Thursday, January 6, 2011
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