Today my body hurt. Seeing beauty. seeing ugly. see. Eye. dog.patch of desire. rusted the crusted bolts. yer skin is a faze of dirt. of denial. i am the shrewd beggar of love.
you cannot move. she is yer still light.
the other one's eyes cut to the quick. you were hoaxed into death.
little grip. a hip kid.
no one is as ugly as beauty.
we don't live in the eyes
we live in between
.
ive seen her bodies. i know she's many.
( A sight
for sore
eyes
)
(hand
which
hold
beauty)
(breath
take
n)
for sore
eyes
)
(hand
which
hold
beauty)
(breath
take
n)
Quite Possibly _
Its quite possible I am the ugliest man . So ugly when I see my face I weep.cry.mo
an.
thus Mona, my persona. in fictions is fictive speed of light ~ heightenin' the build.
of architrave. of spill binding .
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a thought about the old surrealist breton and ....
as for mister Breton and his gang of laggardy ho-ho's well. it is a rich territory. or was.
it's always refreshing to watch the dead . in their prime.
