Like a Book Worm, read for the very first time!
And the cycle of the moons and phases, passes by the dear lady luna. She looks as though it is sick - cybering away on her pornography, her eyes glistening over Harry Potter's buttocks. It looks like a stark raving moon and the earth rumbles in orgasmic groans. Oh the horror and the repulsion yet sick, slight trembling of attraction comes - despite the better warnings of the mind - and you continue to serenade the earth with your cigarette in your hand, acting like you know it all. One begins to wonder - what would you be, dear luna without your broadband in the sky?
So the Freudian symbol reigns, with the look of thirsty literature in your pages. I stumble upon the gaze when a train stopped me by and I thought to add you to my collection. And the book upon the bookshelf now stares and waits to be read daily, like a bible yelling and screaming its prophesies and beliefs into my face. I do not like this book, and I wonder why I still keep it here, but the disgust and the shock that wrings its words, that delves into my eye sockets I feel compulsed to read it again because the shock and annoyance makes me smile at the sadness of the situation. It tells me what to think -- and I like shoving its thoughts out of my brain.
So the Freudian symbol reigns, with the look of thirsty literature in your pages. I stumble upon the gaze when a train stopped me by and I thought to add you to my collection. And the book upon the bookshelf now stares and waits to be read daily, like a bible yelling and screaming its prophesies and beliefs into my face. I do not like this book, and I wonder why I still keep it here, but the disgust and the shock that wrings its words, that delves into my eye sockets I feel compulsed to read it again because the shock and annoyance makes me smile at the sadness of the situation. It tells me what to think -- and I like shoving its thoughts out of my brain.