Whopeedoo word doodle

And just what was I thinking, oh I had not a moment to figure out, for galaxies didn't rise nor budge any higher from their little universal truths. 

Some hard love with a sleeve of pain on the write side, right through my soul window, speaking in tongues of nebulae past and perhaps there'd be some writings on the wall..A garble of unacknowledged words of alien lands in unintelligent nonindigenous scribble. 

A tunnel on fire paved with flowers, they said all, or maybe nothing at all; blooms and blooms and lilies of doom. 

Hang on, a painting that lingers on, jaded mildewed. 

But hello, your words make me wanna artsurbate