read
write
members
about
account

 

datedatememberrandomsearch

March 1, 2011
What feeds the minds under voluminous bodies bedecked, foul odors steaming the guts to an inward blow, consumes no wonder left disguised after selling the night for day combining the spaces in between. Then can we offer the sacrifice appropriate to the next initiation ceremony full of hallucinations and forced sleep. That's the key to the rest, though all the rest sits patiently apart on an isle in the cerebral sea watching the antics proceed unabated...beds racked by bowel and movements aplenty offer solace only to those looking for a reason to hide. For the rest of us, none.