Monthly Archives: September 2013

I praise the lobotomy, and I reinterpret your melted applause, but I fake studious behavior as she tries inflating justification for that ring, yet I oppress blind courage, and I study how foolishness is itchy, but I am turned on by oblong architectural concepts, and I mute irritation with sedating bicker, yet I nuzzle into fantasies about her rejected wish for taboo action, but I drift happily, and I evade the fog sometimes, but I wake in it again, yet I vacation in disoriented glory, and I keep repeating myself.