the buddha sits on yr tongue like a lotus
By aiwaz
this mysyerious motion a dance of auras projected by will realm of vegetables hidden guides in a palm secret language of goddess in brownian motion like bees dancing in honey. follow the direction of synthesis like crickets chirping the winds melody. metal machines grinding down my only heart thumping machine gun beats hanging motionless above beyond between rows of five dimensional teeth. the ultimate gone gone feeling of being swallowed through the throat to the stomach of all things... Written February 8th, 2002 © on Feb 08 2002 05:09 AM PST 0 • 16
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"this mysyerious motion..."