I feel in their anticipation. Like I was just a child. Watching through my open window. When your touch so sweet of mine. . In you, in you, all I've/ever wanted was in you.
Doubting Thomas parks his car in his Sunday best. Taps his wallet, straightens tie, lights a cigarette. Pilgrim's progress, no journey's end. Which way Michael?.
Something snapped, over and over. Something snapped, over the horizon. Something burst, over and over. Something burst, just out of sight. . Like a rope on the border, over and over.
No blind spots in the leopard's eyes. Can only help to jeopardize. The lives of lambs, the shepherd cries. . An outdoor life for a silverfish. Eternal dust less ticklish.
You'll be sorry when the sun has roasted you to. Lobster red, nothing said. When yellow has turned green to brown, divide by four. Multiply by nine, describe your divisions, anatomical derision.
I dressed and I showered. Before I awoke. I was fit for one purpose. I was going for broke. I brushed out my trail. Concealed my advance. Changing wheels often.
One-two-three-four!. . I'm tired of being told what to think. I'm tired of being told what to do. I'm tired of fucking phonies, that's right I'm tired of you.
Is it true? It's enough for you. Is it true? Or as before. Is it true? You still need more. Is it true? No marks are left. Is it true? Upon the snow. Is it true? No one will know.
Persuading analysts. Engaging catalysts. Exploding empathy. Avoiding chemistry. Pushing out envelopes. Enhancing isotopes. Refining registration. Avoiding isolation.
Sailing under a false flag. We're crossing the IDL. Becalmed where no creature lives. . Lost, forsaken, cursed. . Holed below the water line. A shift in the plimsoll line.
An unwilling sailor adrift from Artic waters, oh. As the water gets warmer, my iceberg gets smaller, oh. As he pours more petrol on, he feels no fear, oh.
The time is too short. But never too long. To reach ahead. To project the image. Which will in time. Become a concrete dream. Another cigarette. Another day.
Natural splits, sunburn jets, price marks, smart bets. Strikers luck, pitch backs, heap tips, pit slacks. Dressed pints, demon shrinks, bread drunk, dead drinks.
It's so obvious, it's here, it's there. It's not just the colour. It must be more, at Least seventeen-threescore. This is seventy-seven, nearly heaven.
It continues. . It continues, it continues, it continues to escape me. It's not quite right the way you're trying to ape me. Observing my movements, trying to place me.
Hook fear lashing. Spit-gas sinking. Tired reflections. In a broken eye. . You're a strange one. Are there any more like you?. You're a rare one. I want one too.
Would he say, "Yeah"?. Would he say, "No"?. . What would he say?. What would he say?. . Give them the chance. Give them the chance. . What do you like?.
Crawling. Over your window you think I'm confused. I'm waiting for the divergent wasp. To complete my current ruse. You use a plate-glass screen. To protect my chosen target.
Always cause for concern (always). When you're feeling quite bright (bright). And your filament burns. I feel mysterious today. Everything is humming loudly.
I feel icy. I feel cold. I feel old. Is there something here. behind me?. I'm sublime. I'm sublime. I'm sublime. I'm sublime. I'm sublime. I'm sublime.