I wonder who made the first beach.
It wasn't the sea shells, they were still...

And I could think up
a million different...

You tiptoe through my dreams
stampeding as I wake...

(messing around with multiple language...
the voice of an open God is conclusion...

Summer blooms upon your dress,
I'm thinking Can you guess...

It was too much like a poem to me.
Prose...

The secret is to inform all modes of knowing.
a mind chews vacantly into darkness- rusts...

In my opinion's pizza,
mind is hungry for...

Like bees to flowers, so are the sands of our...
like pointless aphrodesia, braindead amnesia...

When you first stepped in, your color was black. a...
spiralling deeper into the wound...

Recessed against the sky
Like a playful winter child...

The cord of the phone
untwists with your finger...