Genius Juice

Engendered by faultless lies! & by bye-bye blew J has fallen Oh, to grow angelic wings of parchment upon windy days! In that prophetical aerial acid (dream-gong beatings) a cranial-Throne of no Soul //””\\fear walks . . . rhythmically between shadowy symmetry ||bleeding|| emotionally drained pieces of crimson-words. So sad -- sad-sad said, “if by wings of parchment or blue jay-throated warbles so do oceans! The whale knows what secrets are hidden beneath the bedsheets of all seas! :: 01092016 ::