My Home Ionian Isles

I taste your desire" a strawberry mind blue muffin(casket walls of wet desire) breasts of isolated systems of dynamic mathematics by its numeral ills of base ZERO ... monolithic flowers swaying 1.61 degrees by beautiful deaths. GRIND() my pressure colored paintings weeping upon famous walls of museums and words dripping ink-words toward the masses. I weep. I weep. I weep! those dreams are more than handles than women or men as sunlight in isolated systemic hearts! Older than wooden ships that offer vanished ghosts who can hold this hand of mine? Of mine. Whom zooms through one perfectly beautiful now... my home : Ionian isles. :: 09.15.2021 ::