Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

my gold ammunition, — the music the dealers, — every music platforms any intrusive thought is liquidated as any generic of any genre claims the grim loneliness and sufferance bleeds only happiness for fear of me any nightmare is assumed in a flash of being just a marvelous dream i'm love, — [thank you for asking…], i am the antidote to bad friek things

your absence in the pervy form using the kinetic energy potency invaded my thoughts last night channelizing at absolute your love in the endorphins of my body just to climb in the opposite direction  to another passionate momentum with your lust curled in my pretty, par excellence to build something ingenious when you get to me set

remember, please... a dream...‽ — let's take a random one... (coco...‽)