"the decay of a note struck."
Boyer Rickel
KOf kof kof. sschlack. pssssch. zzzzzkkr. Ok. I have lost that long lasting hold and intense shine. if i were only more orchestral in my antelope-like approach to pleasure or instantenously able to handle what passes for revelation. my friend Bay leaf instructed me connect my breath with the here and now. nowhere. no way nowadays the jukebox is leased, the mug shot has been printed on tank tops, the low key determinations of price range depress, updating the updated prescriptions, being quiet. To leave behind the keys, wallet, credit cards, and walk in a plain sweat suit toward....in a particular direction.
the concept of heavy petting.
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