Uneventful fallow body so many dopamine allegories cobalamin , by no means a dove
If speaking in code grows boring so does Andy Warhol but Miles can beat me always and I'll still tune my spade to him and cry innocence and no I won't reserve my abstractions for daily -- when they pant like lush life into isolation , such slaves at first glance such anarchists when I look up again
adversarial pretense
my forces
for what forces?
and thenagain the unthinkable is a tone from us n'them who stretch repeat so thin it fades to various those forces
these spades our story radiating from lakeside stereo as indifferent daggers in pose and repose as it-girl nodding off into her own reflection where
all that silence inflects
our dread of a revelation
and all that noise does too mean an unusually lawless beauty captured between dawns against beatitude against what saints we pressed our true saints singing one name and claiming another til what became of the distance between birmingham and los angeles ?
