Saturday, September 29, 2007

Inherent Hurt in a Blast

Folly from the coming

She’s a mild friend
Yes I believe buckles seal her again

Spicy 180
Honeycomb tripe

The retelling undoes the blood

The stone eye back in place
The drop-mouth

The doppelgänger

Opening of the field
massage each other

In the history of masks
The air can circulate within
very key
This is not an illusion
The eyes are in there

That’s quality masks
Ken Doll, some wooden flames

She spends some time in a dune