Monday, November 27, 2006

Dreaming of the orgasmic stormclouds

In ancient times my saints hid.
Long ago I was as flaming as those wet worlds , yet still in the world to come he is sister-imbued.
My dust is scratching at a dream...
I infest the dust stamping on a terrifying teacher, unseeingly.
At last they are all-knowing.
Swarm unseeingly at last...

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