Eternal Slumber

drip of rainbow over the sea

the skin that i stir into my tea

i wonder how it begins

the velocity untides

swimming in the tidal wave

of natural curly hair

to hard to split between sea and tea

tears and hearse

gay and dumped

odd and smitten

let the eternal slumber begin

On behalf of the world that I own

On behalf of the world that I own, I would like to inform that I have risked the inquisition to sneak access of human cadavers againts the edicts of the world and rule I built. There is no power to deny such a notion of taboo and lurking beneath the surface when you first encounter a beautiful feelings towards another cadaver that has started with a turmoil which I explored strangely delightful yet pulchritude, in such an imperfect way I used to see.

I see cadavers in such a poetic way, I see ghastly things allures.

Needless to say you and I both no cadavers, not yet, but as a piece of meat who operates the world by mind and beeping muscles, I prefer to speak on my language, a tortuous way to convey the loath and antagony towards something I opposed and I found poor in taste, again I must say, on behalf my own world.

Sincerely strange,
NGT

celestial coordinate system

Reluctantly I admit that I began to give credence to constellation ever since you beamed out the thimblesworth of milky moon.

big fish

Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!

Dear Frizzy Hair,

Hope this card finds you well when you are not attired with sleeping blindfolds like this time.
I would like to say thank you for travelling with me, I was all peculiarly remarkably fun, a quite a lot things I never thought of. Though, I strangely object to the noisy behaviour of yours, snoring.

In few days I will be away for two months, during that time, we might lose our propinquity and we might become stranger as before. Yet, I take an odd delight to see wrinkles on your face increased.

Here I consider to disclaim this to be a quite nice in letter, enclosed in this Momoko Sakura's illustrated card. Please accept my sincere apologies of these poor handwritings on the train and my unfavourable silly immature chromosome that annoys you so often.

Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! epoch entirely occur stranger than fiction. Speak to you through wee language.

Sincerely strange,

NGT

Fallacy

Searched the globe for impossible creatures for years and is very likely to be a delusion of a mankind.

In dread I said to myself in doubt:
To the inferno with these silver clouds of the unattainable

Universe is such an elusive quarry.

(still) unsolved conundrum

I remember the sea salt water
I remember the sand and the sunburnt
I remember the hazy sunday
I remember now I had forgotten what solicitude made of

At your peril

Thy breath stinks with eating toasted cheese

Thy wit's as thick as tewsbury mustard

Feeling like corpse because doctor put some fabrics in my nostril 

The pain in the head at your peril

I wish to grow strawberry seeds on your face

大阪