Tear me to bits, enjoy the scene. Of screen name verbal vanity. Churning the words imbued in filth. Your tongue oily water under my bridge. . You have the world, it's all for you.
These stories given to us all. Are filled with sacrifice and robes of lust. Dissonant choirs and downcast eyes. Selfhood of a condescending ape. . Behold the crown of a heavenly spy.
1.) Four Point Six. . Archaean horizon. The first sunrise. On a pristine Gaea. Opus perfectum. Somewhere there, us sleeping. . "After sleeping through a hundred million centuries.
I climbed off your back. Not so long ago. To a blooming meadow. To a path you'd made for the lightest feet. . Mother. I am always close to you. I will be waving.