An update of all things zen
I feel stuffed like a letter being sent to the queen. She'll read it hopefully and know just what to bring. When I collapse to the floor from exhauted open pores. She'll see me to the door and cover me strong, so that I may never fall once more. For fuck sakes we are angry. The lover's bite the core. My little child's weeping for the future .
My little skin is opened to the wicked rains that pour. Father , Devon, Luda-monster mind. Take me back to the time I signed up for. I 've been hearing you cry and it's causing me tears. We talk as if there are 3oo more years. And what to share a little rum, Under the tree of good cheer and breath of buns. Stop and see the absent me. She'll meet you at the apple tree. Where fruits of glory spring upon food and disgust for us spoons out blue. Colour- me happy, because days are new and I sleep sound and wake up to all of you.
My little skin is opened to the wicked rains that pour. Father , Devon, Luda-monster mind. Take me back to the time I signed up for. I 've been hearing you cry and it's causing me tears. We talk as if there are 3oo more years. And what to share a little rum, Under the tree of good cheer and breath of buns. Stop and see the absent me. She'll meet you at the apple tree. Where fruits of glory spring upon food and disgust for us spoons out blue. Colour- me happy, because days are new and I sleep sound and wake up to all of you.