we disagree on the moon’s colour, something that united us in the past. maybe it is because i have such close ties to the tides. my future forms with a change in the weather, said the duo atop the great chair, at least. More grit, more drama, more, more, more. who does one think one is? Billy Idol?
what plans do the next century have for me? how long can i blend in amongst the flesh?
yours in existence,
AJ
]]>open the floodgates and let these angels float away.
did you ever think the hubbub would rise like prairies in the sitting well?
]]>burning strings added on the fire
helpless stares that add to the wire
]]>looking through the glass, there, mother.
the love of he who remains…
]]>I say … and you think … ?
insinuate everything btwing.
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