once in the blue moon the sky was blue with a few wispy clouds in the past

Once in a blue moon we had a chance to be fine bygone, like the father unknown in the humid weather.

All you can do is write a song for that plutonian chowder baby. Fare thee well. The vessel is drowning. S.O.S.

Cryptic Crib Company

I can't wait to go to sleep and dream again.

Purple Doomed Oyster

At my own peril, I suffer dark curse for unauthorised permit to the autumn. What kind of autumn that we have in this tropical place?

I heard bells toll slow and solemn, ringing their dirges into fetid humid air of this island.

A sombre procession marches on, refusing to acknowledge the heat.

Bethink oneself of childhood wound, I refused to arise.

They were absent on three consecutive months.

I walk towards the galaxy of freckles, log that I put in bedside table and reminisce the dreams I have encountered.

At my own peril, I suffer dark curse for unauthorised permit to the spring.

The ghastly and the gnawing sense. They put themselves into my rucksack.

Whilst the moonbeam helps to banish the sombre time, Vermin Cat appears and attack me with her mucky claws.

Simply I wish to resurrect the the springtime. The purple doomed oyster said wait until the clock round and round again.

infernal diatribe

Infernal diatribe maternal lice tripe

Ineffable curse of dingbats kerning

Stinging chitterlings of Pluto mutton chowder

Eye of rabbit whore undoing the chores

What do you call the space between letters?

⚡️⚰⚰⚰⚰⚰⚰⚰⚰⚰⚰⚰⚰⚰🔮

I wish you a terrible evening

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

Phantom Power

super cruel july.
through the thunderstorm cup of tea would be perfect for an evening but i am not your cup of tea.

I would love to pour some glitters on your funeral.

i inherited my mum's inability to sleep

Friesland

Atlantis

Took a short visit to a realm of bereft voices and disconsolate rainbow.
Everything was dreadly colourful, vivid yet seems unreal.
A divergent space where I can't recall.

ghost stations

physical walls has been destroyed
but the invisible wall remains
proximity in sphere
east and west
a train ride
what should be very easy
turns very burdensome
very well..

She Woke and Rose by Autumn Royal

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