The castle unbound, falling down , but Deere does it matter so much where you lay your head?
Bugs coming on, they also need love. Bugged.
Too many. You have never been able to look At an audience . For sure with out a grimace, hoping understanding inner visionary thoughts may become obvious.
After all everyone deserves their mask and for that simplenclimb up that familiar space,.
Kant never left his home town, and there is futility in supposing anyone cares if T. Mann lost two kids to suicide.
Listen Deere, the energy high consists of what they admonish as the soul, does connect with those chakras which subsist of lower ordained characteristics, and add to that the intwrpenetrabilitu of the personalities , does make a good act.
Admittedly, if not geared to this , the mind could not regain it’s former composure, to guarantee a complete union.
No Dee Dee, said such and such while ingesting large quantities of a borscht like liquid.
Deere, don’t worry. Look back when little , on the bed someone long ago gone, worried hence, about loss of beautifully artful limbs and the secret places betweext, the organ again giving such joy recapture.
Leaving the castle , a downward careening roll, as the dice has succumbed to maddening losses, with the whisps of.nature moaning under the blankets of desire, our love matters, everything else: a delirium.
Dee Dee showed no emotion, after this, and went about it unashamed and resolute.
Need not look back , angel.