full throttle |
look like all my album coversto create an ideal would basically be with a mustache and...the beach will make me more. how much?
Posted by on Wed, 20 May 2009 12:50:00 GMT |
fop |
no shear will touch undulating strands sootheeyes shut and caressing euphoriagarnish a flagship with dozensnone shall interrupt the chiseling of paths through our sedimentsregenerating to push the co...
Posted by on Wed, 20 May 2009 00:08:00 GMT |
merriam |
reading the dictionary is a necessitywho really understands the declaration of independence we said eat shit and continue to do soabolished from beggar hoodescaping metal tongue depressionspendulating...
Posted by on Tue, 19 May 2009 14:15:00 GMT |
mother fucker |
clown fish without anemones this has to be the disney versionthreatening glands and nauseaserge gainsbourg in the sackeverything has to come from somewhere which is usually nowhere the compass dropp...
Posted by on Mon, 18 May 2009 15:24:00 GMT |
Vizir |
Bonaparte before his death mask was fittedwandering the bordersprodding futile stimulileft with a dull ache and seepagenone will fully comfort the dying soul nowwarm pastries they dont touch the spli...
Posted by on Sat, 16 May 2009 20:52:00 GMT |
bonheur |
the stream for the perspiring horses is left crispnot even a sipyou cannot make themthey would eat each others hair firstwhat will the wind turn then?erosion from the insidewasnt there a supernova in ...
Posted by on Sat, 16 May 2009 10:14:00 GMT |
vomit |
alone in excrement what could be wrong with the consumption of an appledoctor says yesstar trek fantasies who knew their skirts were so highlove for the space explorations?i always preferred the ocean...
Posted by on Thu, 14 May 2009 13:11:00 GMT |
what for (revisited) |
body is distorted and the same shadows slinkwhat used to beno revolutionsthe hourglass is cracked at the bottommore love than you will knowtrying to swallow in veinwhen the trinity strikesdont leavemy...
Posted by on Wed, 13 May 2009 01:29:00 GMT |
blue ribbon |
eyes like pools of urinedeep cracks resonate the sound of gravelhands will be free neverstuck into a cylinder shape even when the soil is falling over a four legged spider in spilled paint
Posted by on Wed, 06 May 2009 15:08:00 GMT |
letting |
it bleeds from what we cannot put our eyes ona wall of sound minor chordpushed over like wet grasslove can last foreveraltering palm lines a feign of hope
Posted by on Sat, 02 May 2009 09:29:00 GMT |
