non-money in love barking over the sod.
At the end of my teeth is another way to live:
star muesli shared, we receive each time we give.
I keep needing it beyond the infinity,
name names name, oil the joint you give to me
broken like a T of red and black money
gargoyle snort farm land in simple fee
gave do past part market dominance
luck not the name of prophecy –
for all the dead to life do in fire dance,
hell-bent utile res household life negativity.
Putting spirits in the angels. The clouds. Head out at first chance.
Searchlight comes early with Old Capital’s advance.