gri_2003_m_46_b06_f07_033
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- 71804812 - not-logged-in-32a858b01795f20da552
- 72682061 - Sticker88
- WINNER - 72913919 - glt
- 73089050 - h_e_day
- 73190776 - ethomson
- 73459347 - Preacher357
- 73537933 - wrightj2h
71804812 - not-logged-in-32a858b01795f20da552
AFTERNOONNot only slowly but at all
the turgid fountain retches blood
over the broken statues and the rocks
blunt as unburied heads.
The intricate veins nuzzle the wind.
Unbuttoned and moronic sweet,
the shape of sloppy innocence,
wet from the dream, able to count
more toes than ten, more heads than two.
The nipple in your puckered tongue
is new and old anatomy.
LATER
A slow boat for the staging of a no play
idling via the ottomans of sunset.
Islands delay the mantlepiece horizon.
I'd love to get you on a slow boat to China
though there's nothing in China to equal you.
Wake slowly, retarded by the occident.
Slowly the wake uncoils, detumescently,
on water dark and tangled like an octopus.
The moon rolls like a tear along the sheets.
The sea is honey and the boat our spoon.
EVENING
T The crinkled pyramid
is Achilles to the earth
shaded tortoise. Gone.
The stark bridge ambles into the river.
Latch of the clock seconds
my hour and coming night.
What pips crunch on the floor?
The short bridge stops before the river ends.
NIGHT
People are walking home and beds are filled.
like books with markers where they were put down.
A goods train jerks a tin orgasm
and thuds its snake against the lowish clouds.
Nobody stands in the shoes by the bed.
The chair makes empty as the stubborn heaven.
The tap spills in the white arena.
Browned knockings disfigure the plumber's veins.
72682061 - Sticker88
AFTERNOONNot only slowly but at all
the turgid fountain retches blood
over the broken statues and the rocks
blunt as unburied heads.
The intricate veins nuzzle the wind.
Unbuttoned and moronic sweet,
the shape of sloppy innocence,
wet from the dream, able to count
more toes than ten, more heads than two.
The nipple in your puckered tongue
is new and old anatomy.
LATER
A slow boat for the staging of a no play
idling via the ottomans of sunset.
Islands delay the mantlepiece horizon.
#i'd love to get you on a slow boat to China
though there's nothing in China equal to you.
Make slowly, retarded by the occident.
Slowly the wake uncoils, detumescently,
on water dark and tangled like an octupus.
The moon rolls like a tear along the sheets.
The sea is honey and the boat our spoon.
EVENING
T The crinkled pyramid
is Achilles to the earth
shaded tortoise. Gone.
The stark bridge ambles into the river.
Latch of the clock seconds
my hour and coming night.
What pips crunch on the floor?
The short bridge stops before the river ends.
NIGHT
People are walking home and beds are filled
like books with markers where they were put down.
A goods train jerks a time orgasm
and thuds its snake against the lowish clouds.
Nobody stands in the shoes by the bed.
The chair makes empty as the stubborn heaven.
The tap spills in the white arena.
Drowned knockings disfigure the plumber's veins.
WINNER - 72913919 - glt
AFTERNOONNot only slowly but at all
the turgid fountain retches blood
over the broken statues and the rocks
blunt as unburied heads.
The intricate veins nuzzle the wind.
Unbuttoned and moronic sweet,
the shape of sloppy innocence,
wet from the dream, able to count
more toes than ten, more heads than two.
The nipple in your puckered tongue
is new and old anatomy.
LATER
A slow boat for the staging of a no play
idling via the ottomans of sunset.
Islands delay the mantlepiece horizon.
I'd love to get you on a slow boat to China
though there's nothing in China to equal you.
Wake slowly, retarded by the occident.
Slowly the wake uncoils, detumescently,
on water dark and tangled like an octopus.
The moon rolls like a tear along the sheets.
The sea is honey and the boat our spoon.
EVENING
T The crinkled pyramid
is Achilles to the earth
shaded tortoise. Gone.
The stark bridge ambles into the river.
Latch of the clock seconds
my hour and coming night.
What pips crunch on the floor?
The short bridge stops before the river ends.
NIGHT
People are walking home and beds are filled
like books with markers where they were put down.
A goods train jerks a tin orgasm
and thuds its snake against the lowish clouds.
Nobody stands in the shoes by the bed.
The chair makes empty as the stubborn heaven.
The taps spills in the white arena.
Drowned knockings disfigure the plumber's veins.
73089050 - h_e_day
AFTERNOONNot only slowly but at all
the turgid fountain retches blood
over the broken statues and the rocks
blunt as unburied heads.
The intricate veins nuzzle the wind.
Unbuttoned and moronic sweet,
the shape of sloppy innocence,
wet from the dream, able to count
more toes than ten, more heads than two.
The nipple in your puckered tongue
is new and old anatomy.
LATER
A slow boat for the staging of a no play
idling via the ottomans of sunset.
Islands delay the mantelpiece horizon.
I'd love to get you on a slow boat to China
though there's nothing in China to equal you.
Wake slowly, retarded by the occident.
Slowly the wake uncoils, detumescently,
on water dark and tangled like an octopus.
The moon rolls like a tear along the sheets.
The sea is honey and the boat our spoon.
EVENING
T The crinkled pyramid
is Achilles to the earth
shaded tortoise. Gone.
The stark bridge ambles into the river.
Latch of the clock seconds
my hour and coming night.
What pips crunch on the floor?
The short bridge stops before the river ends.
NIGHT
People are walking home and beds are filled
like books with markers where they were put down.
A goods train jerks a tin orgasm
and thuds its snake against the lowish clouds.
Nobody stands in the shoes by the bed.
The chair makes empty as the stubborn heaven.
The tap spills in the white arena.
Drowned knockings disfigure the plumber's veins.
73190776 - ethomson
AFTERNOONNot only slowly but at all
the turgid fountain retches blood
over the broken statues and the rocks
blunt as unburied heads.
The intricate veins nuzzle the wind.
Unbuttoned and moronic sweet,
the shape of sloppy innocence,
wet from the dream, able to count
more toes than ten, more heads than two.
The nipple in your puckered tongue
is new and old anatomy.
LATER
A slow boat for the staging of a no play
idling via the ottomans of sunset.
Islands delay the mantlepiece horizon.
I'd love to get you on a slow boat to China
thought there's nothing in China to equal you.
Wake slowly, retarded by the occident.
Slowly the wake uncoils, detumescently,
on water dark and tangled like an octopus.
The moon rolls like a tear along the sheets.
The sea is honey and the boat our spoon.
EVENING
T The crinkled pyramid
is Achilles to the earth
shaded tortoise. Gone.
The stark bridge ambles into the river.
Latch of the clock seconds
my hour and coming night.
What pips crunch on the floor?
The short bridge stops before the river ends.
NIGHT
People are walking home and beds are filled
like books with markers where they were put down.
A goods train jerks a tin orgasm
and thuds its snake against the lowish clouds.
Nobody stands in the shoes by the bed.
The chair makes empty as the stubborn heaven.
The tap spills in the white arena.
Drowned knockings disfigure the plumber's veins.
73459347 - Preacher357
AFTERNOONNot only slowly but at all
the turgid fountain retches blood
over the broken statues and the rocks
blunt as unburied heads.
The intricate veins nuzzle the wind.
Unbuttoned and moronic sweet,
the shape of sloppy innocence,
wet from the dream, able to count
more toes than ten, more heads than two.
The nipple in your puckered tongue
is new and old anatomy.
LATER
A slow boat for the staging of a no play
idling wia the ottomans of sunset.
Islands delay the mantlpiece horizon.
I'd love to get you on a slow boat to China
though there's nothing in China to equal you.
Wake slowly, retarded by the occident.
Slowly the wake uncoils, detumescently,
on water dark and tangled like an octupus.
The moon rolls like a tear along the sheets.
The sea is honey and the boat our spoon.
EVENING
The crinkled pyramid
is Achilles to the earth
shaded tortoise. Gone.
The stark bridge ambles into the river.
Latch of the clock seconds
my hour and coming night.
What pips crunch on the floor?
The short bridge stops before the river ends.
NIGHT
People are walking home and beds are filled
like books with markers where they were put down.
A goods train jerks a tin orgasm
and thuds its snake against the lowish clouds.
Nobody stands in the shoes by the bed.
The chair makes empty as the stubborn heaven.
The tap spills in the white arena.
Drowned knockings disfigure the plumber's veins.
73537933 - wrightj2h
AFTERNOONNot only slowly but at all
the turgid fountain retches blood
over the broken statues and the rocks
blunt as unburied heads.
The intricate veins nuzzle the wind.
Unbuttoned and moronic sweet,
the shape of sloppy innocence,
wet from the dream, able to count
more toes than ten, more heads than two.
The nipple in your puckered tongue
is new and old anatomy.
LATER
A slow boat for the staging of a no play
idling via the ottomans of sunset.
Islands delay the mantlepiece horizon.
I'd love to get you on a slow boat to China
though there's nothing in China to equal you.
Wake slowly, retarded by the Occident.
Slowly the wake uncoils, detumescently,
on water dark and tangled like an octopus.
The moon rolls like a tear along the sheets.
The sea is honey and the boat our spoon.
EVENING
The crinkled pyramid
is Achilles to the earth
shaded tortoise. Gone.
The stark bridge ambles into the river.
Latch of the clock seconds
my hour and coming night.
What pips crunch on the floor?
The short bridge stops before the river ends.
NIGHT
People are walking home and beds are filled
like books with markers where they were put down.
A goods train jerks in a tin orgasm
and thuds its snake against the lowish clouds.
Nobody stands in the shoes by the bed.
The chair makes empty as the stubborn heaven.
The tap spills in the white arena.
Drowned knockings disfigure the plumber's veins.