stages of labour. |
When this stage.. kisse..s sleigh of ocean belly....mouthWere swall..owed,.. pryin..g for these.. damn birds.. to carry.. us out.Imagi..ne the bedro..om where.. we drownwhere your tells are safe, now...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Mar 2009 11:41:00 GMT |
i like toast and jam |
My pumpkin's red wines,bring october in the summer.Some fancy the taste;and i can't seem to keepmy glass full . Good night moon light. Frequencies in ourdependencies, carve the face all not too famila...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Mar 2009 11:37:00 GMT |
When leaves are lonely |
IF michigans really a glovebaby ill pull you right outbut but butyou dont know how to walk causecasuse the specterbegins to shoutthis city full of nunsthat drink us all the way downcan we keep a secre...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Nov 2008 18:36:00 GMT |
who dances better then the shoe shine man. |
Aspire to the man!the man that readily intriegs
on the intteruption of your
water dyed suspension.
OH lovly bags; pursed lipped
memorizations are there! on leaflets
not submerged to burn your hands...
Posted by on Mon, 20 Oct 2008 21:18:00 GMT |
wellbeing |
Dear iwishyouwerehere, I was learned to know that people are what you make them. Your hard candy requests,as often spoke as they were broke because your taste was tiring showed me how to eat you ...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Jun 2008 02:11:00 GMT |
all the fakes love to hug. |
stale grays will fail my lungsa trot that willcontently inhale the mirror fogging it but not enough to watch visiting usurping strangersheave unpredictables up my wet nose...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Jun 2008 23:38:00 GMT |
your my sunshine |
Heres to sun bye hellos.heres to wake by shut eye, be damned, when i standwalk trot ill be forgot why-even-bother bymy brothers, ill be fine till i die goodbyesHeres to careful nowheres, sun dryed lip...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Apr 2008 11:31:00 GMT |
ripe with me |
Wiggle nail deep, I’ll creep past your feetmassage strange fingers on your outer slide.let your shavings breifly rest on the back of my handbefore I take a bite.My baby fruit. ...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Mar 2008 21:19:00 GMT |
geezus |
folded hands fold wrinkles across our heads1,000,000 lives given, not aappreciation to repay the debt.A voice is near, ignorance is blisson what hope do i pray i am wrongwho do i ask to forgive me of ...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Mar 2008 11:27:00 GMT |
Jizzabell |
How is the weather under your hatMore contained then the storm under your coat?I hopeI've seen you before, maybe a cold sidewalk holding a hand?or ...
Posted by on Fri, 18 Jan 2008 09:58:00 GMT |
