pie

[i_am_a_hot_sale]

you have a shepherd's eyes. a flock of spurious birds furrows. your milk mothered betrothed Baymont weeps gaiety. growing girth aglowing magnificent. your eyes are like the eyes of well lit dolls. parts of us are very empty hollow as well. we few creatures of resplendent decrepitude of praised petulant attitude and aggressive self interest. we are valued aggrandized becoming the movement of lofty bodies idealism. but we are also idiots very lonely and self impressed not expressed or expressible. flexible as soppy rigid.

we set us the table. resplendent self congratulatory. self praise and thanks. gentle self witnessing weeping in the balcony. eyes staring over hushed hot coals stewing smoke and brushing heat like friendly paint.