lords and new creatures [singular remix] Awake bird with the skin of snake. Bird with the skin of dreams and shake. Make lovewar and lovewear. On playground maps of sound and dare. Filence let slip its thin whisper. Of green transphiloquisation, And dance, dance naked on broken jungles And have no need of other You and the child mother Who bore you, who weaned you Who made you Peter Pan. And make lessons turn into break Or else i will give you the Beats. Now Lords have learned us blink with our ears. And there is no after new creatures. You know she was Real and Fake. They smuggled sunsets in a snakeskin jacket tugging on the esemplastic Feelies; and animals in sunset stills [including the jacket] to = the Realies. Once, there was an example of each. You can almost walk and talk the bird, and steer the ripped ship aslant on the poison nectarine sea, to the beach. Beneath the wavecry lives the burger with specific brand-name and make. Seagulls move to mug the treasured prey. Skunkfoot lives in the ancient lake.
Posted on: Sat, 07 Sep 2013 15:28:10 +0000
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