Monday, July 18, 2011

The Ceiling Unfelt

the sun sets

The sun struggled, it didn't want to go and so left scratches in the sky.

the sun rises

My freaky darlings, today is so fat with delight it has stretch marks, and it is all for you.

the sun sets

Act swift if you wish to pan the clouds for gold, for the gold is gone even swifter.

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