im light on top
of tall hills
im laughing at my own
hands o i am so fucked
up, hill with goldren rod
butt naked under neath
morning really soaked with
what i love of undying nd
god i am being laid out in flowers
im gonna die
the sonoran is screaming
i am slithering across the top of the bus
i smell blood
my heart
the gay mtn of corn
we are looking @ how the tongue of
the plants and the animals
make us wet with the sun lite we are
on a mountain i am brushing the morning pearls from u wet haired animal :) sweet heart
