Monthly Archives: August 2013
Regressive Survival
What’s Your Possible Measure Of Worth When They Find You Lying There Dead In The Earth? No Probable Turn For The Best In This World If We Can’t Lessen Our Grip On Traditions Of Old.
B-e-a-youtiful!
In Order To Court Her You Need To Implore As To How And Why She Is So Goddamn Gorgeous.
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Tagged beauty, love, poems, streams of consciousness
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The Pain That My Eyes Feel When i Get The Stare And You Kill Me With A Glance Far From Your Hands And Ask Me Not To Follow Through.
consciousness streamed 