It rains when is pours

It rains when is pours

I LIKE TH ERED HEAD BUT              LOOK AT HIM

6 am 7 and a dozen

Tsunami sweet suechi!  Small percectly formed face ands hands.Mia Mia Mia the sweet bench near the lip stick stage cloud curtain.Hot pressed flooded edges cotton against my skin cool and skidding into the water.Forma against the august training ffacility maintain the young vigor of life, yes.Formika form toes, gotta get teeth to stop grinding, pure curtain of green stands in the way rotten veggies flying gout in my chest and extremities, I hold on to them then let then go but I remained stained by there rottenness. Pure green curtain is that all there is, behind the eyes is just suffering existence comes out of the green suffering black specks covering it all flying at me can even see it sometimes. Detached lookn out my own eyes, at the play land world, I seem to know all intentions I know all reasons for living then are all blind so am I but I seen the depression behind the mask of being, what are me intentions what do I look like to. All a swirl of oil.