Monday, February 10, 2014

text || Volodymyr Bilyk

GAUNT VOGUE SCORE
Several feels about the revolution action routine

1
"It's ponderous to care"
I utter query hard.

2
You peel the just of withered
And carve the barrows pole
And then you strut around
With the erected stew...

3
If I catch the callow -
Tickle my heat and fall in the gut-tar...

4
Once more
At last it's burrowing the lilt
With tense breath

5
Wear it out in a swoon and
Kick the ball with bosoms high

Then - reason erstwhile late, forget it.
Give the bird it's taint
It is so stirring
It is so wanting
Square who asks the screw about the organ...

6
Pant sear pliant -
One who
Pokes the broach back
bores the mouth
And burrows down the loop

7
If drab was within -
Hand your point to it lovely
If
Lasting excited line
-will smite the notch!

8
Palm tilt in the bank
From the images on the pave to flog

Behold! The shining!

The trial of the don't-hold

9
jolt the dale
lose the great will
and it's chirr
will get the thick of it
outraged

10
You keep the realm near the tie
And sense the judgement

Mottle-speckle - moving bids.
Tongue charters the big thrift
with the charming blow.

PS. 11
Relax...your work is popple
sold and well received.

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