Wednesday, May 11, 2005
10:34:27 PM
Dearest and Sweetest fruit of the vine,
What lessons have you brought from the other side? This carnal drive to photosynthesize the enormous magistrate that grins ear to ear, relays no punctuality, nor gestates with the all too familiar vehicle of the mind. Try as I may, the nostalgia of memory fails to induce a riotous and welcome violation of my senses. What I can say is that this silver back upon the invisible shrine is likened to a leaded crystal stemware singing with the girth of a liquid garnet, Dianas bow of crimson light, and a playful finger upon her mouth to sooth the sting of a brooding silence. This is the nightingales atrophic muse. See how just now, the ear facilitates the will to presuppose the will to repetition? Until alas, one can walk alongside the clandestine hours of lords and coffin filled apostrophes, and not wince or bruise a single cell.
Yours truly,
Shaun
10:34:27 PM
Dearest and Sweetest fruit of the vine,
What lessons have you brought from the other side? This carnal drive to photosynthesize the enormous magistrate that grins ear to ear, relays no punctuality, nor gestates with the all too familiar vehicle of the mind. Try as I may, the nostalgia of memory fails to induce a riotous and welcome violation of my senses. What I can say is that this silver back upon the invisible shrine is likened to a leaded crystal stemware singing with the girth of a liquid garnet, Dianas bow of crimson light, and a playful finger upon her mouth to sooth the sting of a brooding silence. This is the nightingales atrophic muse. See how just now, the ear facilitates the will to presuppose the will to repetition? Until alas, one can walk alongside the clandestine hours of lords and coffin filled apostrophes, and not wince or bruise a single cell.
Yours truly,
Shaun
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