Along coastline communities with their climate-controlled gyms and apocalyptic landscapes
The rising water of Monsoons and High Noons that batter the island
Through covered connections to structural seduction of kosher, certified organic Whole Foods Market
Where it is god that enters, not as human does he enter, gliding, neither by foot nor by car
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Where it is god that enters, not as human does he enter, gliding, neither by foot nor by car
Through covered connections to structured seduction of kosher, certified organic Whole Foods Market
The rising water of Monsoons and High Noons that batter the island
Along coastline communities with their climate-controlled gyms and apocalyptic landscapes
Oooh… “The rising water of Monsoons and High Noons that batter the island.” Bamboo Buckaroo’s prompts could be poetry lines in their own right, but I love what you did with these two prompts here.