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A painting none of us can crawl in or out of. Bits of brain floating in amniotic fluid. Miniscule rips in your side are entrances to a larger cavern. Where chained philosophers praise their dancing shadows. On the walls of black lungs. When I lie on top of you. The serrated edges of tiny structures puncture my skin. Until we are full of symmetrical slots;. Limbs pulled back with pins.
There are men in the water. Eyes open and raised to hazy orange skies. You shudder at their exuberance. Arms outstretched as they wade to shore. Swarms of children scream and jump. They want to see god too! The messiah was only a few words written on a page. We cannot turn away from sounds.
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The sunset is in your mouth. And it drips out onto your body. You laugh and look embarrassed. Because it happened so suddenly. The colour spreading,. I move behind you. Press my body into yours. Cover your mouth with my hands. So that you will not be damaged. Spilling out of you like blood. Wet curves and sharp angularity. We are only two shapes embracing,. I show you how to cover the openings. So they will not leak again. We are both lonely and sad. But relieved the ordeal has passed. Or maybe this mind.CONTENT
This web page waob2.blogspot.com states the following, "The sunset is in your mouth." We saw that the webpage said " And it drips out onto your body." It also said " You laugh and look embarrassed. Because it happened so suddenly. Press my body into yours. Cover your mouth with my hands. So that you will not be damaged. Spilling out of you like blood. Wet curves and sharp angularity. We are only two shapes embracing,. I show you how to cover the openings. So they will not leak again. We are both lonely and sad. But relieved the ordeal has passed."SEEK SIMILAR DOMAINS
There are men in the water. Eyes open and raised to hazy orange skies. You shudder at their exuberance. Arms outstretched as they wade to shore. Swarms of children scream and jump. They want to see god too! The messiah was only a few words written on a page. We cannot turn away from sounds.
The body is just a receptacle. Flower mosaic crawls up walls. The tunnel crushed its leaves in wounds. Will you bite my lip? Can I cuddle with Baudelaire in a bath tub? We can talk about vampires if you want. Maybe somewhere light years away. Anonymous double will reap the benefits. Littered by the light pollution of open windows.
Do I really want to catch breath. A thick ball of grime and glue. All veins pull themselves into this mass. Offering sharp scarlet sting life. Every little bit of our bodies.
I want to take you into my arms and bring you back to life. I only hit you because someone stole your face. I wanted to punish their intrusion. I will combine our histories and taste the flesh that glues them together. You are excavating, bringing in. Hold this and bring it close to you. Turn to me joyfully in the sun. That fills machines, tell me. Their faces lit up when we pushed out of the tunnel.
Mouaaah Qui laiss un comm Bisuoux.