Flying through the sky high horizon, blissfully contemplating the genuine leather of his left thumb. Where does the fire fly forget his name? Breathlessly and deftly gliding and diving beneath the coast and the shore line. Indefinite oceans of binary dreams that invade your kaleidoscopic metaphysical mind. Ripples forming equations of infinite morality, sweeping across the ocean breeze; salty air of nothing passively radiates its desires. Eradicating sweat, blood, the tears remain frozen at the bottom of ten thousand leagues. Hesitating, he ecstatically reaches towards the sky grasping the particles of love as he falls into the pivoting, riveting surrealistic dreamscape.
Eyes closed, wide open in the center of the camera lens. Another one bites the dust. Snaking stealthily, juxtaposed entirely on Jupiter, a rebel caused by lethargy. Gasping for the breath of breadth, life does not budge, giving only what it takes. These words are pretentious nonsense. A jungle of cholera and dystrophy is the utopia of a plagued mind. Seething with vengeance, writhing slowly in circles of despair.
Pulled through the hole, the shoelace protests the action.
Beans.
Get it? Got it. Good. Vamos a la playa para la fiesta.
2 comments:
BEANS
haha nicely ended
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