... spitz ages froze on the table dissection.
The viscera were cracking, scurrying between the latex.
succubus A green light filtered from your smile twenties.
The Scalpel tore the flesh suit, found a tiny beating heart
, scrupulous, survivor;
is alive and disjointed!
... there age where you never die at all;
hiding places for the defeated silicon; silences between those words underlie
inaccurate; wires housed in the intestines to
any immigrant soul ... we really capable of attacking a
's alive!
... And who sews so broken, so broken and grotesque? Only
alicia cutting head rests Queen malfollada;
when I die in the Rye resurrect mature tone. There
ages who say more with his silences,
others are willing to make the call becoming.
There was no summer solstice, then came the winter autumn
cried like pebbles in a fandango. Who
reborn is doomed to die ... again.
And ... died!
