absinth underground

THE ABSINTH’S UNDERGROUND
The gears of the emptiness and the pains of are regret a mat of strongest oblivion
They lock up there ideas and move to the centre of it …the sunset of hunger and faith
Shows a new concrete cemetery where heart can hearse the subs etude
Of a violent strongest nightmare the moths are gulping in my pockets
Where the sea had lessons his thirst …a dove follows the heat and cry’s all night
Like a compass of bewildering voices they know the longing of fire
The law has premonitions and follows the drunken goodness …I measure
The sky like roots of leaven star truck…the carousel is white as heartbreak
Like pie dunes we create a new cancelled situation ….a cloud is diving into the weak pleasure of counselling the truth
The peppers of a drowning scene calls to the grave of an obsolete séance to break the fuse of this imaged summer ..the microphone sing out the heart of believing the soul to abide the corners of the truth calling to it’s ease …my fax of interpretation is a mix of stranded vocals ..the laser was the calling of the judge ..virgule licence …the treat is cooling in the brides of killing the wordless solitude

As the leg is broken I couldn’t rain on myself ..the limits of this tuition. clouded my greenish slain property’s ..the perch of the soundless garden …is likes tank in new states of fearless woman it’s stay’s that way …the video of my dreams likes to involve the moonlight in the secret nightly sky …at a college of concerned obtained silence it moves my heart …the band was forsaken by the truth ..the gate had answers of a night to become Like a plastic bag he changes his mind ….the sheets are the rivers of beauty…the capital question lingers by the moon …like toilet paper he gives his answers as the desire is his rainbow ..I mean what’s left of it ..and the jealousy is a raven mind as I’m gabled on the fences of god ..the psychiatric situations lead on to a promise of abider the following newsflash …the increments are moulding the anxiety…like a peddle in the downpour mud the staff of dreams vengeance as a salty promise …Egypt is just around the corner daisy’s can not remove this poisoned dream of him ..the silence is his brand new searching howl while knowing nothing about the past …the pad of the clearance moonlight presses me to show the dawn on it’s knees
The ladder of the drunken soul and the bellows of the complete desire .
…..crown of jury worn…a plastic bag of foretelling love to early
My raincoat fugitives are following the drunken grown secret ..as the teeth of a gun they slightly invoke the rumours that the wash with waxing organs of spits I trade the wanderer’s for a broken wishful kindness …like a chicken in a bruised darkness she steps like a wrecker spaced lifter. the conductor’s narrowness on the trinkets of story high …they seem to core on like blank’s of suicide…my courage is blue like hallow spiced ingenious wet marked silence …and I run away from the tower of grazing wine ..like a walking stick she is the spider in my room …a trolley of a vengeance tried to intervene cooked DreamWorks they sigh like destroyed windows …the seat of flawless moonbeams are flowers of cancerous mindless locked up impassioned past they do nothing but lure and are the hopeless crane bears of wrong forgivingness

The sharks of are danced cruelness the passengers seat has drowned in a woodless raven drink …the road signs are liberating the parrots seeming like treasure…I backpacked the south of my injured flyby truth speaking sparrows into the house of novels I’m the grave of suspicion …the newspapers are crying into the inked slowness brazing the coins of the door wide open ..it’s seems the letters are poisoning the mind of killing the brides braking tides of fools garden forested nightmare Lipstick on my wounded winced day soon to see my bride ..wood is the loving absinth of the coloured travelling cautiousness. the spit of are wicket stream follows the sugared dreary absolution ..scales they are the neediness of are tied on infatuation of a scream that drowned in the powerful grains of sooth soothed to be a prince of called on water blazing in the newborn sun ..where scars are gloomy as the winds sacrifice

The mounds of lingering freedom are the Capricorn of trivial consciousness
The witch of the tunnelled conversation leaps from my hands the race is unknown to the judgment of the followers that deepened the fragmented strives of an Eden locked avenue ..in the can’s of perused envelops characters meet the devil in an enlighten woebegone satisfaction …in an oven of creation we bake the strawberry channelling …the internet of are body flows through are heartless gimmicks that are worded lightning as the pose is directing like a visual noticed scheme. my family perorated the love birds of the past it lost it’s blue personal strongest dream ..like a giraffe the Absalom is fainted like leaves floating the common sense …like cheese we evolve the aloneness of a waking up birdhouse ..the address is like a milky way raining at the corners of the doubted moon valleys ..like grass the acknowledge the baked promise on a crown of image ..the fur is burning in the clouds like a broken arrowed steamed procreation of sadness coming home to the funeral of are aged window blues ..my nose is like a senseless dream in the air ..the belts are the luring destination of are windmills presence I climb the rain blues like doing nothing in the stream of blinking wish clowns …I nib at my juicy drains into the blistered rainbows ..the train is blowing its steam and I calmed the waning illusion ..likea palace of afternoon looking out for the ninth inspirational distances birthday liquate sound
As a rose follows my intuition I’m her thief of her knowledge …like salt on the prairie mouth ..I’m wounded I yes like soap drowning in wine ..you are that way in another way …my bench is clear of south your grills are repasts…the conductor of peace that is me as the rain legend’s is a picture of even flaws…it is measured like the sleeted slake…the cactus of the broken hums are in the never lasting…the ginger on are passion moulds the clue of Forsyth amulet …behind the bush she was making offence of her dreams ..her shoes where like clouds’ wondering in another age ..like mud in my scarified eyes
Problems arrive like dry spaghetti though your violence ..the parity of vestry calmness
Is a fortune of are salute to unschooled greenish falters like a beard for the koninis revolution When he pressed the button the goal was winding ..rubbish is the wind…like caffeine moon shallow ..the poison on are lips …Legs like the neon light carries her luggage as a goose the pilot of wasted time foretelling the cult on a porch of torture…the fall of the generals bell the stool of the underworld is so dreamy it’s written on a tissue ..it’s like the diary of a fortunetellers’ her smile is like cheese her love is like bacon …if paranoia is the aphrodisiac then my lines are old ..but then I’m just a tourist of soiled heart drinking coffee on a lazy afternoon grave The widow is smiling at her friends funeral ..she’s like a cd of climbing offence ..my ears knew the invisible mockery ..like a migraine I feel the words in my downpour chest
The cemetery calms my destination like a loaf of old breath ..the stairs are hoping like a marbled sin ..like nail varnish is my traveling night ..I’m the lord of cloudless burned out soft more presence ..the lamp is cold like eloping dictator …the lump of the face of rumors. like a shampoo I break the rankled rules ..the bully of the crime staggers the soul ..a gimmick like a cold turkey ..I’m the empire” of nothingness …the raven of spring the tissue of a calmness from the depth below ..like a giraffe she aims for the fire
The hour is my magpie revolutions ..the grease of separated luckiest of the cape destroyed by moonlight ..in Egypt they froze the stars of my blossoming greediness….the mustard of cooperation is my muse of skillets

Beginning invisible with the mocking system of dancing corn …the overlong norm darkness says not a word I’m an altered child of justice holding on back ..like a good time as outrageous odd …the danger holding dawn like a flawed loan as aqua red desire
Your moans are readable as the sun …when are we going to try the bow like the cruelty of the bound …the deviation is glowing like a want of wild world ….a bearded contrast overcomes under a flower
Like abider underneath the tureen the misguided caw shares it’s luck like a
Rotated victory the loop the hour of the cave is a toy the picture is orange the Nile is a dangerous game of chess
devoted like a lion searching the soul Foils of grit ..the emotion is assigned by the troughs the bible is like a rollercoaster crisp as a kiss like the sparks on a flywheel the bait is the dragon I used the laser like love was mend to be …like a mouse it was mend to be the breeze truth died in your arms ..my heart is like a horseshoe …pancakes like dreams …a laugh as fisting menace…the cards are struggling pleasure …like suicide in a river …the voting was similar to the unsettled like a gone through roof …there was a code like a drowning Absalom…it was a pin of silence …the reading was of guard in a shop of no return there was a miner cruelness …I fled like a sardine in the knowledge of above the misnomer cheated the signs ..there was a sofa of a cancerous thought …like a policeman I gained to fight ..like a lift was the parole of thoughtless wickedness…in the well I was drowning like stuffed chicken …the wardrobe is my common affair like desire are the vicious silencers ..I’m the journalist of my own suffering as I’m known by the heart

To destroy the feeling like a rock from the luring grave
To see the beats it’s anguish of silenced guru …at night I sing and pray with a lieu’s lie to follow the stream …I have a heart full of angles from hope on a pattern of warheads …seems the crown of undersea weave ring…cues and varlet at the stream of interpretations…parse and bylaw I seem to caress the summertime rain Like the atheist of movement I shallow the dust ….love is like vengeance with a pattern of luck …I know the spite of the alphabet …the rain of devotion
Like a trunk on fire I hurl in the desserts skim the wresting innocence
Woven with the tears of your vendee of democracy ..the window of the night
Is a solstice wrack…the plot is a legend of the gelidness in the gaolers
Of a nightmare rose ….in the pleats of the marks I’m gavelling the superstition

The resistance of my sorrow lowed has web sends
Into her quest of glittering under the waves of red and yellow
Tomorrow I will fly like an agent underneath the clouds of jamming
White stripes like dying eaglet shows …like a deadly secret
It knows it’s own aim looking around like moving starlight
Into the street of denying ..the cycle of dreams flows through my Evinced Vance
The employee of the darkness made of strangers ..underneath my dreamt on sheets
The ashcan of fairytales feeling dreadful like games on fire
The way to the Absalom careenage of swaying hearts at moonlight
Thin ..persuade me with cold ribbons of night calling
Shoot the distance of a strength of flowed incoherence silence
The love is travelling behind the cut down curtains and it seems
That everyone is watching the colours of the same newsbeat stilts
Of courage …climbing that wall of unschooled desire
Like I’m an image of spiders fencing with his dragons