Mi corona es la montaña. Mis ojos, el sol. Mi boca, es el viento. Mi pecho es.... Los llanos. . Los arboles, mis puños. Mi toga es la noche. Mis ancestros son nadies.
Organ grinder's henchmen shaking their coins in time-. "Guild of Mute Assassins will convene at a quarter to nine.". Behind the court house atop a scaffold stands a man with a bag for a face,.
Under dogwood blooms. Miss widow on her loom. Eating peaches & cream. Observer hums a haunting melody. . You've got an easy breezy wind at your back. Most of the time.
A kaleidoscope program. Is functioning so beautifully. Fire up all the primary engines. Calculate projected nexus. . OH!. . Take a good plane and shave off all the edges.
I may not got a lot of money. But I got self-esteem. And in the golden age of travel. That's really all you need. I know I'm ugly, honey. But look where I'm coming from.
As through a glass darkly you seek yourself,. But the light grows weak while under Yggsdrasil.. A basket of eggs may you count your days.. Though your gut lies filled, only shells remain..