Willow
Genevieve Mandrake, copyright 2007
Oh sketchee, wretchy, wooden me, pick apart credi-sanity. sElectroflash while wipen spit, a pink crooked brow gets kissed! I'll make you the most adored of women so he says to me...Oh, lightnin rods save splintered branches, as marchin songs home rhyme...No grey-prey owl will shake a feather, nor silver fox or barfly's bloody time.
Why you doin this? "Why does the sun need the morning" was his reply. The morning needs the sun, not the sun need me! How so very backward can you be? I'm not the only one, there are many others. Why mask wings under leaves of spring
Snog...hot rot lavaslump cherry blossoms...I love you as much as hate you/spit deceives word credibility. Shukin husks - I'm not venus flytrippin, nor darlingtonia lil-achin...so let the birds free...during your mad mando song, find-n-heal a weepin willow's apatheee.... |
