Sunday, August 19, 2012

A Feather Lost

YOU CONVERSE WITH THE TRUMPET OF YOUR BOWELS WHERE AS REAL PEOPLE SPEAK THROUGH A SYMPHONY OF THE BRAIN. 
YOUR CONVERGENCE OF SPEWING CATERPILLARS LOSE THEIR WINGS THAT GET TATTOOED ON THE ASSES OF YOUNGS.
THE BULLDOG IS SHED BY HIS PEACOCK AND FLASHES POSSIBILITIES. 
CHOKING SLOWLY ON THE HANDS OF FOOD POISONED THROUGH TIME DILUTED WITH DECENCY. 
THE DOG LISTENS. CATCHES EVERY TEAR WITH INTENT AND PURPOSE.
LOYAL TO THE GAME WILL NEVER COWER IN TIME OF NEED.
UNCONDITIONAL.

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