- or as the worlds is now, a crying sham, with no real e, or dear jon letter, at the end of time to eat shit with plus all the static of the ec to plasm-a-screems or hellivisions visionaning a vision of hell which we play over and over with different actors playing the same rolls, 13 in a dirty dozen, a flirty oven, buns on fire, sitting on hot coals, baking, stoned to death if we're not careful, or don't smell the smoke in time or the scent of a rose on the wind, the feeling, being kissed by a rose on the grey ooh
the more you give of you
The stranger it feels, yeah
Now that your rose is in bloom,
A light hits the gloom of the gray. - Jon Walker im thinkin that thing they always say about time travel and your momma's momma may well be true, although you'd have to live with yourself forever to attain the consequences you deserve
- or maybe i would which is why there's no x in heaven and no y in hell, cromo zone, the Shroomery Chromery, creamery, buttery, wombary, whomary me humous, humouring me, all sweetness and light, all tones and left deft touches, lets go there for a holy day or two or fourever at the last... <3 and="" cud="" eyes="" glow="" godness="" i="" if="" in="" it="" my="" of="" pleased="" rise="" sit="" smile="" span="" sun="" the="" watch="" you="" your="">3>until hell freezed over last week and we burnt our bridges once more for the second to last times...you'll never know why you are fucked in the ass till you quit hellish behaviourbut you will always see exactly what you did and didn't do to get higherwhatever the price or the gift of giving that keeps on givingthat is free to collector, sent from an old friendto keep the breadcrumbs comingthe pigeon toed wandererswill see their dayin the suntoox
- goodbye... then, shoot a halo my friend well cum home to stay for a bit x
- when we make loveJonx
Tuesday 27 August 2013
a crying sham, with no real e - real eyes for the straight guy x
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