
" when all you have is land things with wings can present themselves as a pretty big damn threat . . . . . . . . . "
I've noticed that when all is well and suddenly emotions are fluctuating and people don't understand the levels of lust and feeling they feel towards pretty things then they expand on their anger and hurt the things they don't understand and they end up ruining the budding flowers that spring wants to eventually flower .

this morning is rainy ... i've already fed the 70 horses in the rain and im sitting smoking cloves and drinking my morning coffee waiting to get off of work so i can head down to the whiting center and vote (For the first time ever!!!) i don't understand the malice people hold towards people of differing political parties ...

the horse
jesus

autumn whispers lucid sightings as i watch leaves scream to their deaths ,
hushed by the moist soils hiding dead horses .

youre breathing in the movement of my legs as i straddle the mind fuck that shadows my eyelashes .
you spit vomit worthy phrases that will be held with disgust in my hands until the rythm stops and your lips depart from my thighs .
I can inspire your hands and misplace your lips .
I can sleep in your words naked as the day .
I can fuck because im wretched ,condescending and a whore
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