-mali tail pink cocktails slibber about virtuous remedies in seclusion u would never know
with the slumbered oblivion u seek but what u should not know what u want to be or see when u can see what has been or seen with your slit like binoculars slurped around sloppy shoulder girths hovering like bats on red wined night flights with goose feathered gimps laying loads like fried hot blood breath base lined raged loved miss gone want no bad- heart attack torn sewn flown on kites in summer lake parks with smell breeze of sauced up barbecued chicken air sweat like dreams with night mare schemes- hollow alive floating flickering eternally fuked in side a rolling pinto bean down a river of oceans melting frozen back stabs on pretty little swing sets shooting rocket fueled spazmatic like out of tune guitar stroker of a drunken non drunk not drinking today to drink today
there is an entire world outside these windows- for adventures must cleanse this scratched out itch of a memory lost for if such prince man bows crowns with glopped up residue chiseling through cardiac brain bubbles horking heaving bimbo bellied bloated zero to the vineless vines which over whelm certain seconds locked up in this cage of self made therapy-
This story Copyright 2002 Nicholas Morgan.
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