Photo by Gamaliel Lane Gardner-Masters
06 - 18 - 81 speeding I've gone wildflowers It's so vast, my desert a little pleasant. Truly mesmerized, I see the sky towering above; But the depths are so inviting, so encompassing. so many layers. I must scatter my seed. fondle my need. When will I be freed. The Slick temperatures affect Mixed textures; Devotions and commotions bounce back off the soundtrack. Refract the assaults! We're a combination of cults. All lead to the blue vaults. |
Spearhead. come to bed. Dip in the gene pool. Free falling atomics watch us together as we fluff the feather. You're a coy boy; you're a curl of a girl. Swish, swirl we unfurl, begin to twirl. Our gladness surpasses our sadness. Mad fun forms another one. |
From humanity to insanity, Rubdown waydown Every kook and nanny deserves a pat on the fanny. |