A Gentleman made of Salt-Water, Mountains, Tattoos and Ship-Wrecks
Saturday, September 6, 2014
darling,, why haven't we met ?
from the sacred tree rolling over serpents head and your devilish grin, -hip roll -your tidal-wave genetically engineered haunting and whoring I hold you in such high favor- Let you roam amongst the others pass through them unscathed, untouched, unearthed because you are not of earth or stars or stormy sea. darling, roam. - so that they may taste
and hunger and thirst,thirst, thirst you.