Soul's Figural

i have parched lips dripping on a highway mind besides your heart i dreamed and see cotton-candy buzzards so drawn into your love i forgot i cannot go there into your dead soul-cage heart ~ Gay! Captivating word for this priceless Age ! a world now known for renowned investigators of cellophane purple umbilical nooses A dictum of a new world! And a priceless Miss(believe it or)fagots are a certain young (fe)male confused in our society no betrays the noose (oh hum) give me a gun! So Miss(believe it or answer did (s)he meet the libido or cut that soul of baby breath or the highness of a higher mind? So time slows down and i give you a poco purido to contemplate your Pieces out-of-water-fish dancing dry death -- so they sing, "we don't know what it... don't know what it means." :: 01062016 ::