Who could blame you?, it's valid.

This is tough to stomach, so VERY.

We could break her in half,
with hunger itself.

Why the long face?

With such an effort the heart makes when the gold is perceived and with
nimble fingers that cringe,
why the long face?

With the beats on top of each other, so much smiling makes us cringe.

Quick, there's cleaning needed elsewhere.


How slippery!

Carved, on a hunter's rock:

I smiled a private grin before the Golden One left.

It just might mushroom into something more noticeable it might not.
Who wants a sign? We do we do we do they say.

Hey, a handshake is tasteless, do you care.


How seamless the knee-hurting and back-burning pilgrimage is.
Put it on the wooden table, the golden statue, how proud are we, we will win it some other time.


You're my backbone, you're my backbone.

-

Yes I thrive in the eyes of the silly and ease-minded!

Erase me I will care as soon as you leave again but let's wrap this up so you can leave,
overbearing beet.

How easy and silky this is.

How do you manage to cross to the other side of the road with muddy claws on your back?
May hair serve as a weapon whilst water serves as a bridge.

Where are you going after that?
Do leave.
But return.

I cannot even utter how ecstatic I am, today is the brightest although it's late in the afternoon.

Now,
what if the mouth served as a bridge?

Would you still cross to the other side?
Sure you would.

This is oh so ironic man.

the Fidgets

I don't play the game of self-control, he said with hesitation with a smile that resembled a whistle being shook and with shakesperian eyes he added the lives of them were hardwired to stiff so he wouldn't let them take charge, he would seek a fellow for comfort so to speak. Furthermore, he bestowed his hands and everything into a vase filled with water.

vessel, move left.

Melttttttttt

you're a diamond.


say,
won't you trust the sunny blaze of hands holding

you


?

Radulae

They're,
a lot.


The fully-grown summer sun is heating the valley, an open branch.
Whereas your intentions are at ease, mine are not but in rain we might
put our intuition to work on fullspeed,

It's as simple as guessing where you've hidden your food.

Look at the beginning, at the rows that are not hidden but made for a reason
Look now, they're moving, dancing : the teeth, watch.

Whereas they lack of brain and their attitude is uninspiring,
the teeth harden you for the path oh how stubborn are you won't you come over

Why so many teeth on these radulae?
It's, perhaps, the result of their own brains self-constructing.

The need is the eyesight of more.