you are dreaming of recording a conversation . why I found the soft spots . why I saw the soft spots . why I drew the flower on my back and he made it bleed  . better than the chromosomal laboratory of phone sex

I think the lawyers in my company are dreaming about burying the soft spots of sound . I had talks with all of them around a circular table and we took turns shading the stalks

the driest of red juice loses the heritage of my god I’m hungry . I’m gonna get a flower . when a kiss becomes further to the first than the last bite of lip

you listened to how she abandoned the hero .  the sweet smelling palindromes of white records playing satchels of lilies . how it happened . this ghost thing .  lcd brained on a tightrope