Aspirations

Aspirations are a self revealing Impress, peeping in gem facet placeholder- of ruby glimpses of Fairy tale covers, covertly-airbrushed by the atmosphere, over genuine zirconium expectations. In inner light magistrate cache cow- in the crystal stereo of the now and here, flashes impetus clear like a streaker revealing to illustrate, the daring, self inspiration of its baud rate of liberation-ad-here. Geniing the busy body of it's own needful premise of seedful impetuous implication, promised on premises. A banner at happy hour suggesting intoxicating ingestion. Drunk with in-advertising getting premonition of-promotion, imbibing the "jasmine in your mind." Relation-ships moon causes the roiling sea to gem carats of her sparkling sirens. Alluring rocks to dash you to pieces in drawn compliance.. Unsown light can give you the creatures of her disease, calling bluff to serve her touring manifestations. With marked cards to lay down in flush that had lay dormant but surfaced up from the sleeve and from the seep of pasts saved ante ups. They are a whiskey shot at a saloon. Liquid courage that causes you to bark at the moon. Tide a naked ride tied to the back of a train, of bad ideas, after tion, ction and igeon blows your cover, like sudden electrical storm over the rainbow over landover and hot air,- balloons like a mushroom clouded idead ideal that transports you into the stratosphere of her thundering strutopeels. Her bubble puts you in her hair brained funny papers, periodically. To keep you sober, from occupying a van down by the river. (Which sounds good to me) incidentally, but that's neither here nor there, immaterial, witness, these thought bubbles-seductively siring, serial 'vamped vapor round firing like a ghost mistress who puts you in a stupor on the grounds of desiring, her consecrated things.