James Sebor
Your puzzling embryonic sparkle
demanded from the sun the return of the heraldic arrow as it pierced
the flying jellyfish while trying to derive pleasure from a crown of
air.
However, once bent over the hump and your breasts held up the melting
tree, I had a complete understanding of catapults and flying.
Luminous herds of braided hair over flew the heavy marrow of an oblong
citadel as we fed the cat a banana until it burped and changed into a
grey cloud.
For the nasty footsteps of dancing whores within the ugliest part of
your body are the milk of life that soaks the cake of death.
The shades shaded point.