Never let on

The mogul stage

July 10, 2019

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Semantic atlas

Party favours

There must be nothing like seeing vision become reality

That, is a divine quality

Bathed in the quality of value

Stethoscope

The wilderness of commerce

Through tieing, and tiering 𐐏 Through layering and placing 𐐏 Through angling and listening 𐐏 Through colouring and lighting 𐐏 Through marketing and tailoring 𐐏 Through positioning and buying 𐐏 The possibles 𐐏

become the actuals இ

The purpose of the cutest is the curest / The purpose of the perfect is the purest // The purpose of the nipple, is to nourish /// The purpose of the being, is to flourish

Someone for whom love knows no romantic bounds

Because it can be one or the other. It's both, or neither

One thought can hardly finish. Before another rushes in to revise it. They swarm. They float. They descend. Like bees unto poppies. Doing their civic duties. Prepping their heavenly honeys

With a spring in your step

With a vault in your voice

Tucked in titles

Music’s lustrous, silk, temporal language, fluently threading emotion in lace. Carbon perfumed in charisma’s ephemera, gracefully heathering frill into taste. Her mid riff diamond. Her heart beat band. Navel bridges. Honey moans. Rhythm methods. Choral candies. Rapt in chimeras. Riveting in ruffles. Galleries of cashmere’s. Enclitic climactics. Sacrificing to silence. Symphonies of her hand. Celibacy’s spiritual sandbox. Miracle’s cuneiform erase