Project of Language

Project of Language : Science


"Hit a lope, running down the slope. Can't get back can't go ahead, look down the barrel and you dead dead dead." Almost as if having a mall table spoon, construct a small circle.

I've derived this method from a morning of fire.
From a wind of suffering.
From 1/2 cup of sugar spreading lightly upon the mussel.
End with a cup of oil, simmer lightly upon the scalp.
There is were you may find your rotted, beautiful, unowned, admired, empty self gratification of ones own insecurities named body.