Rhetorical Resonance. [Doing Things We Kid. Aging What We Mean]

How phallic of me to challenge your false. How arrogant to question your mind. How crude to call you cowardly. How can one bear such arms. How can one desire more as to flood your fleeting with such passion and song. How?! How can I keep you in quiet. How can I cater to your catch. How does one taste without smell. How could I be so cantankerous. How could this be… so inspired? A single smear of paint on the wall. A simple stain from your ambiguous all. How can something this beautiful, be so abruptly sleeping as I question in calls.

Joshua Tool – 01/28/13

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