The Tracker
by Stormm
High astride orange kaleidoscope world globes, peering through rapidly
bubbling green and pink clouds. I fan some aside with a left hand, while
my right sends energy pulses down to successive planetary surfaces.
Golden elevator cubes beam below, transport dissolving Scout-Rays of
light filament webs. Root under cities and countries, listening for that oh
something special. Sniffing out and tasting regional flavors, stirring up
the firm nests of vast rich continentals.
Sample tastes innumerable sensory pleasure-pain inputs. Stroking the
planet like cool breezes caressing trees, tunes in hooked up sense
receptors.
A glowing rainbow being with lightning locks, the dreaded psychic
antennas.
Hangs suspended upside down, scanning throughout the worlds below...
http://www.electriksexmusik.com/
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by Stormm
High astride orange kaleidoscope world globes, peering through rapidly
bubbling green and pink clouds. I fan some aside with a left hand, while
my right sends energy pulses down to successive planetary surfaces.
Golden elevator cubes beam below, transport dissolving Scout-Rays of
light filament webs. Root under cities and countries, listening for that oh
something special. Sniffing out and tasting regional flavors, stirring up
the firm nests of vast rich continentals.
Sample tastes innumerable sensory pleasure-pain inputs. Stroking the
planet like cool breezes caressing trees, tunes in hooked up sense
receptors.
A glowing rainbow being with lightning locks, the dreaded psychic
antennas.
Hangs suspended upside down, scanning throughout the worlds below...
http://www.electriksexmusik.com/
<a href="http://fineartamerica.com/art/all/angels/all" style="font: 10pt arial; text-decoration: underline;">angels art for sale</a>
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