Strange acorns of goose-grey laurel. brushwoods, branches and insects. laying down the border of the brothchannel. . beside the eyes. an asphalted emerald hill.
You're a senior double major. You got such big ideas. We were searching for a savior. To guide us through those restless years. . If only I could steal you away.
Decoding. hyerogliphic omens. astonished. I feel. in the opal sphere. astonished. astonished. I feel. Where do you bring me to die, honey hands.... where do you bring me to die..?.
"...the first one was moon-like coloured,. the second was gold-like yellow,. the third red, the fourth brown,. the first seven buds were all of the same colour,.
It all started one day. When I had nothing more to say to you. So I ran over the other way.. Love is for morons.. But, who's this fucking idiot that I see.
I ran away from the black church on fire. golden and silver trees falling on me. their leaves just like tears of mercy. I reached the lake whose waters changed into ice.
Nihil effugium. rota torturae se circumagit. cum lamina acuta. culpas ab corpore. excorticat. et sibi eius torquem facit. . Spiritus mendaci. Spiritus ad vindictam.
Focalized. in an ivory pyramid. sudden I penetrate. your roseate welcome. Shake of mahogany your skin. dives me back. in the round of senses. I'm waiting.
Ever since I saw you. On my so-called life,. I've been writing you these letters. Asking you to be my wife.. But its been almost a year. And still I've gotten no reply,.
Got your letter and the poetry you sent me. Postmarked in december of last year. I really hope you're doing better. All your friends close by your side.
Oh, mylord, you never returned. I was waiting for you my love. . You told me to see. the scarlet leaves, the scarlet leaves. when they had fallen on the earth.
Satis vixi sine causa. acta est fabula. omnia sub leges mors vocat atra suas. ad perpetuam rei memoriam. mors acerba aut mori in tormentis. morsi sibi consiscere.
I saw the stars fall from the sky. And watched the tail lights fade away. As the sun began to witness a new day.. . I drove five hundred thousand miles.
Always rock me, always rock me on the rocking chair of dreams. you embroider with silvery sugar and starch that shine on the skin-moon. thousands thousands pink butterflies are flying.
There's a lot on my mind. So I guess that I'll take it one thing at a time,. Still sometimes I can't help but wonder why.... I sit around all day. And I waste my whole damn life away,.
You only know what you've been taught.. You'll never stop til' you get caught.. You control the future and it's looking bleak.. Seems like we're headed for another losing streak..
Abscondo Sacra In Memoria. Et Purpurea In Tremore Pervigil. "Hei, Viator" Inquam "Dignabere?". . Mara Paltrinieri..
30th of April. Seems like yesterday. Bought a house above the ocean. Where our kids could laugh and play. I called you from paris. To tell you that I.