Bombardment of Lipglosses


The postcivilized unicorn throbbs extatically, while the jellyfish drums excitedly.
Butterflies unwillingly compute tropical madness.
Delightfully the tongue plays with entrails.
Stainless machines will free us from equal exchange.
But an arcane kitchenaid is still burried under memories yet.
Postcivilized shanties will crash on the outsourced suicide bombers.
Home & Garden are flooded by troubled water which glimmers in grayish colors, now.
And sacrificed fashion magazines will drift away on foamy waves.