ok this is the warmup. crust of language perpendicular to the rose garden of makeshift monoploly seeming to create follows a curious pattern through the hedges. delving into dewey caverns of fae we lose an element, then another wordcrime hypothesis decadent angels in style. triumphant hordes crash the party. it’s a sing-a-long! paris tokio madrid castles and unmade beds aglow. happy songs. pretty daze.

~ by vagueresister on December 17, 2008.