Saturday, March 31, 2007

blood is love


section of Rabat from the windows of this room

your choice of the dark nucleus of the snow fuel found stick of orange ice, and fur stick of silver


transfer is 10th


cold like the uterine development of this type of wood


the world tomorrow

, not a goal

then departed nuclear darkness, no - self-indulgent nuclear nil

is vast from the hand of the deplete baby


out the line of vision which falls into embarrassing situation.


Hotel in Poland.

dead body formality

permissive in the dark

smile of the night slaves


there is no E-F voice
, which absorbs the fact that you went away.



COOL TIME



for Sylvia P.

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3 Comments:

Blogger wolf said...

"cold like the uterine development of this type of wood"
wow
great
i'm sure she appreciates

and
i posted something translated through my own cortical device on the translated blog.

4:01 pm  
Blogger emily previn said...

great...

your cortex is as wicked a device as can be

everything goes

FUCK THE PREMISES

4:32 pm  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

cool as fuck.

as for rules....

7:36 am  

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