The elegant whimsy of crystallized element dance aimlessly through each

     metamorphasis. I exit my cocoon, taking flight as an invisible canon ball.

My explosion will radiate the way a salted snail dissolves. The sizzle of my energy

     bubbles, an acid peel over a sun burnt face.

You smell flesh….

Sssssss, pop pop pop,

The crackle of hibachi married to fat, an indulgent wedding proposal leads to messy

    ashes.

Watching the old dissolve out for the new, candle wax falling away revealing barebones and hontesy.

Emptiness.

When would you take the time to fill the phylo pastry.

As long as the top bakes to a golden brown you can sell this shit for a fortune.

Once Upon A Tart, Sulliven called his Prince to lean on the Avenue of the Americas.

She opens, unfolds…peeling back layer after layer of thinly constructed flour bathed,

No soaked,

No drowned in buttery slime.

The shame of her extremes take her small hands and magnify her presence so she will not be missed, Nothing subtle in this sling shot’s bullets.

My delicacy makes way for the tongue of a stamen and the weight of my impact envelopes your pollen.

Drip Drip Drop little April showers, spread the spercalafragilistic mandates over the granite expectations of our affair.

The confusion of your mouth astounds the magic triangle that sings vibrations through my brain.

Girl you best be struttin.

Endlessly struttin.

To strut is to fall deeply, Deeply out of the shell of identity, the shell of common sense, the shell of ok, you are here and that is ok.

Ah! The beautiful foliage of inconsistency.

I am made of turning leaves,

Firey, rich,

Short Lived

Disposable

Ally Mack is the ultimate mask maker.

Applaude and she sings louder

Cry and her hands tap softer,

Softer than the rain

Iwill over ride your opinion of her at all cost when you decide to reject and move on

Grow up

Blow away

I dance on the wind, every part, every person, a seoerate wish, a separate funnel of life.

Ciao cara, come va?

Hay fame amici, hay fame.

Insatiable, daring, gluteny leads to bottom filled pits.

Winter abounds and I see me in all places, and yet, I melt.

Grow up and blow away.

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