Saturday, January 22, 2011

Bachelorette Goodies Bags

Against all odds I'm Celeste

When his sarcastic "alas" cap in his head,
The stalking, assault, and releases it cracks. The tick
ego, narrow block, too esthete
faked his quest intrinsic, dislocated.

Narcissistic it sinks, fits into his escapades,
S'esseule stuck to his face dirty ice,
widens, wrinkles under his mask this void
Then, without clicks, fades, left to the past .


Pushing his excesses on cliques, slaps,
The "ENOUGH" to his family sounds echoing voiceless. Tired
hundred worries Assens, they electroplate
touch Without access to this heart almost flat.

Sculpting his stigmata that auscultates constantly trying
Astigmatic fallen blindness.
Sali by his arrogance, it compresses
In Your Enthusiasm follows Dante and his frivolity.

Despite the undertow of her ticking catches up,
The cup from collapsing until the wrinkles,
He crunches his superb, the cloister without trapdoor,
on the spot without an accomplice died backstage.


This actor spectator without forfeiture of his
Was himself overshadowed by lack of eclecticism. In
land between the planks, without sympathy,
He understands the irony of selfishness.

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