March 2012
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MELK WEATHER MELK WEATHER
WIND FROM NORTH NORTH EAST
In my writing with my fingers is not like watching a beautiful film, sometimes in film the vision is realized.
I am distrustful of the eyeball, the two balls that have moved from the sack to the eyesockets the eyes eyes.
Women’s eyes are not balls they are more like pores or skies. The skies jetting from the lady socket lockets. These eyes melt through the bone...
