interpreted Desno’s Dream.

Snakecave corridor in a dresser won’t please or dress her, the police the berry picking magic. When two people smell numbers. Exploration is haunt. Where are we. we are again. where we are. circles in square could lighten a frown monster. That yellow blackness, severe; sticky repetition, sours milk love that happens might happen. Walked up so down, gave birth a direction creation unseen but heard, brave submissive. Moment. Moment. Moment. Three moments in a momentous. Tabernacle. Canopy crawlers. Probably old growth with weakened age window, impossible. You lost impossible ear canals, dwit Monday split down the head, treat yourself like God in a box septiverse. I sit in a tub of eyes no one sees. They are owned eyes- can’t understand beautiful women from doorknobs. Walking from interview to sideshow is a cigarette nicely accented earth. Sounds like. Unborn architecture resting on a pillow. Doctor coughs.



7 and 7 sevens