Happy Saint Valentine

Goin to the prairie for evening to have chili dogs vested in watery shoes.

I like to know that Abigail look coming down from shaved slippery thighs.

I try at night to remember morning rains and at morning I ache back.

Fiddling and drumming whenever. Especially at times of stress.

Trying to constantly win and win and stay ahead to have these fools rushing down with their magical random swords. They laugh with their anti-math and I cannot help but giggle for it is hilariously funny. And then I laugh. Ha ha ha ha haha haah aaah ha.

Learning to read and be a disaster and learning to read and liberate and learning to read to say I'm better than you with your smoking cigar.

You'd better mention the flowers, don't forget the flowers. Look at the pretty flowers. Bend over and take a whiff and make sure your crack shows.

Flowers again and again and again. It's the refrain in this fat capsule. Nobody forgets the refrain. It's the best part and it smells good. What have you smelled today that was everything around in aromatic circles.

Circles are that lonely refrain that the trained ears hear very well and live by that refrain. Exotically beautiful. Beauty in circle, the dark spot of the circle with no coordinates.

A constant do-well with rose-inspired fragrance. What doesn't the rose inspire?