Thursday, August 1, 2013
Wind Churn Tumbling Rocks
two scoops of ice cream blue, on the Nile with bed of nails, floor is sticky and my tongue is a pitter patter…. But eating hazelnuts. My legs and recycling. The birth might feel terrible tennis ball souplike airport back into English. Parkers park in Tajikistan exclusively at Raymour and Flannigan whilst the roof may be retractable, we still have lots to accomplish. Just look at my bucket of loot! And when the sweetest thing dies without provocation, sand blasted towers weary with harm fear for those that loose their towels at the beach… i am a carbon choreographed goat specifically designed for artificial use. Entertainment is a plus size when multitudes of rocks exaggerate fueling my thrusters for maximum push.