polluxkastor
chills on hills. im so tired of writing other languages. english are the onlys way og give me the foreste. teach me the language of hills an clouds. just silence perhaps.
hte coin, and pleas dont let it show my number. i dont want to go to school today. i dont want to go to bed today, i dont want do smile at you just now. what did i do to let you come so close?
Gray curtains silvered rainbows, oh sun, my best friend of them all, why have you covered yourself in these sorrowfull draperies? was the sight of humanity too painful, or maybe you just needed a little solitude, silent company with your stars and sisters. Have you finnaly got tired of feeding and lighten up our days? you see us walk and dissapear, and know that when the moment comes for you, it will be in an eternal cruelty of heat, and noone will be left to support your pain.
mE! just do it, im so fuckin ready for you. i lost my four pounds, i paintet my nails and i got thet nosejob, så pleas pleas pleas, captyre me now! dont be lazy, put up that wilderness cage, easily seen, so i can walk straight in, like a exotic bird, pretending to not know what im doing..
my temper has become soft and weary, polished round by grandmothers, preludes and priests, wowen in coocoons and bored to talk in her sleep, walk in her sleep.
he had driven this route, from north of norway, to south italy, for fourty years now. his universe was this cabin, accompanied by a green wounderbaum and a yellow turtle. driving trough the world, on the same roads, on the same old, ancient roads, looking at the world throug the glass of your own. and they all led to Rome.
Slap me in the face. I`ll rate the power in your muscles for free! come on, don`t be afraid! It will be fun! Slap me like your hitting a tivolipowercounter, the one that says Ding! go on, I´ll say Ding! for you!
take a page, from your favourite book, and let a ant carry it home to his tue. good night.
my cloudy weddingdress of innoncense, I`m happily wrapped in morningsunny mist, i see you so nice through the small stings and holes, brocante covered sweetness, please stick that fistlike claw of mine into your belly an inch further, and smile lovely to my amber theeth, my dearest love!
i see this patterns in all you do, i just cant find a way to tell you in words. in a simple way. so you understand how impossible you are. you have been my subject even though i rally would like to stop, oh for so long now, and you still dont know. i must know you now so much better than your own creator. you are, just like me, wonderfully disgusting.
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