rootbeerguy

the riddlin kids' poster boy boosts up ~initiating dragonfly mode~ as the orphan beat sketches catacomb vision crudely the liquin metal beside me burns mercurialy steadfast yearning for the soujourn home we just want to go home and i am just a bystander with the rest of my shipmates witnessing the flesh rend from our skulls as we approach the burning city exponentialy gaining momentum with each stop we make each time the hull takes on water and the needle spikes until we reach our destination breaking away from the bedlam of the outside world the traptinside denizen to do the psuedo steps of a lysergic disco discovering the c

if john locke left his socks in the middle of his bed room dirty and slightly crispy for an unmeasured amount of particles passing through micro un scopic currentevents and they just lingered and collected lockes' skin cells and his pet cats' hairs and little crispy brown dropping from roaches and everythign that comes with all that would he still want his socks even though they were his same favorite socks or would he just buy new ones and paste a new label on the same old song and dance i find time travel exhillerating to the extent that its all i ever do isn't life just a wisper in a cool night air condencing about the lips

hi meekly cars pass by hi do you know? dose the 710 connect to..... no english albania albania beautiful middle age beside youth in this glass cage we're both so miserably free were both too beautiful even to be seen but we're obligated obviously families bind you free and just then our sooty chariot swings low to carry us further from home swerving to the right to avoid hitting a biker

demons dwell in candy! gnawing at our teeth causing dark spots cavaties pagans drink blood and howl at the moon chirstians drink wine and howl at pagans the devil sets us free from unfertile monotony did you ever stop to think you were taking this shit too literally will you ever accept the fact that good is evil and evil begets good you cant have one without another you cant look down on your brother as evil and call yourself catholic put down your bible and pick up a dictionary turn to the cs Cath-O-Lic: adj. ranging in tastes, interests, or the like; having sympathies with all; broad-minded; liberal.

olfactorily imaginary auditorily zesty sweet smelling visualy she would be all he could see... a cool breeze ripple in his belly like citrus jelly marmalade in his joints he stumbled and fell splashing into the pool drowning in her vanilla radiance