Treasure Island

Aaron Hunter

(1990 / Lincolnshire)

Elation


An indescribable feeling, swirling on top of a mountain in the drozzles of ultra humanity
Relax in the gutter, everything calms out goodly, I speak slow but soft in the midst of these surrrealisties
Drafty, drowsy look at me now, I’m crading, I will win ‘em all! !
I am one, my body crifting. I love this feeling above all else. Yes mister, such I know. I love being so out of marcorem, so out of crunch.
Dark forces ride the grillet and take me down to leverland…

Submitted: Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 18, 2013
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written under influence of lacohol, February 2011

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