Monday, June 6, 2011

Giant Mammal PZ9543221765.00009
All arid against the bullshit
I taste sinning fragments below the spirits
Whoa! The thought shall flee
I am florescent among the flowers
I hobnob with transparent tongues about the gods
Whoa! The devil is dying
All blue woman in the water
We transform arid sounds behind the shadows
and swim like jackals
Be aware! The lust will vanish
translucent nameless
in the night
the next life waiting
In whose arms
the sailor
seek the road back
talking to himself

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