The Shape of Pondering

From the village to my villa under the sharp axes to tax collector to colloquial meme to artificial Fake cat to collaborator in my skin to skinny jeans the breasts pointed like the pyramid of Egypt to Swahili kiss; the night apple to the necked bickering to the bundle of flowers. People marginalize to the pondering of cat to cartoon shape. Money lover to the leverage and lackluster She was empty heart to jolted bolt to rod lean to the leak of locomotion to candle shake. She doesn't expose to exponent rise to the power of poverty. She cannot accept any advice to device call. The world of hers was giggling pave the way to the rest room. City life led her to believe the bulldozer to the bulldog. Now village girl to the sound in her mind to guitar rumbling in her imagination that’s institutionalizing hope to broken chain. First to the fast fate in the name exposing to social life to the loss of virginity, burn in the village grow up hope in the city to sycophant love. The money you monitor devaluate your hope to pregnancy. You refused to defuse the doubt. Icy bog floating in the seasons taste brew coffee to the beverage stick on my lip to the face of a laptop...