Tapped sitting in a circle created by a rug my teacup-saucer eyes shattered and shards trickle down my swollen face, with spider streaks travelling first class tapped I only spin feverishly when the earth smiles at me dullishly Putting my old habits in a a pinafore-frock pocket for another fancy time tapped a little less inhibited but the spectacular freedom shrieks for itself while I arrange myself on this curiosity shop shelf and wait to buy myself a me paid in dollars made of sand but I could never earn enough to appreciate sick smiles, mountains ranges of coffee that grows on for miles, all the errors, save the trials or the leftover carpet everyone loathes it sits smartly under this rug, as planned, pretty inhibited. I'll appologize in advance for whoever I just put through this... It's been a long ass while...
This is wonderful. I've already read it, and I've told you what I think of it. But it really is wonderful. Buy myself a me...Jesus.
Yeah, I like it too. It's very intriguing and full of aesthetic triggers... nice use of language and description.
