The night squirms and blows the past to me through my curtains in perfect waves that leave me dying. I stare at the leaves who are happily deserting...
If I shaved one leg and taught you to dance would you accept it when I tell you that the tree outside's a ship we all can climb aboard; where we all...
The inhilation of Sweet's lilac smoke shows tangy, swelling, now seen living day that squeezes granules, makes a thin soft cloak to shake between you...