Monk

Necrophilia and the thousand snakes
remission and bureaucracy indifference. solitary senses. escapism through a well lived night
nihilism in the scenes ether light
existentialism, or was it Rimbaud?

where are the moments, where are the shades, pointing towards distant.  oxygen live long days. Trireme, And Roulette. Angelfish and Debt. Cognac and white ice cream, for me for those who listen to the lightning

There were no bound and there is no ticket. Putting words sentences I wanted to shout, but never quite near reference. Perhaps shot in the hand. Thats all I could crave for. A body a mark of times I lived in separate occasions. Pleading guilty to the sunrise, watch marshmallow tapestry have no dance. Lunatic creed and assassins crow angels. horses breathing of tiger lands. when snow clean the light of warm beginning. Or do they sit a stable. are we really able? or is it St. Breeze. St. Michael complaining of needs and knees. I wish to put things together, and this is the 159.923 time. I havent been through so little. I am now a witch god knows my name. 777-555-999 like a mirage and a focus clearer than the beautys echo. But what reflects the inheritance. and where should we apply. I am ready for the night of sheridans but I cant remember why. Life and Death, the roughest trick. a broken somewhere else I am . a meadows step steep