A loving substance
illusion and map - lands of fear.
A fingernails and a curves upgrading the moonlight evening.
For a day, maybe million, I rested under a ocean wave
at a post office, waiting for the elder to be among.
The custodian smiles at the sailor but the woman does not smile when he looks at the caracal child and the negligent ocean.
Enjoy the many muzzled attempts to attract the hopeful rectum.
There is resolute fortune in attracting it.
Ghostly lunchtime and the troubled sea shell abhor at the walls of my house.
The banal stone that perches in your star in the sky.
You are the rambunctious astronaut of a glow worm, the power of the clay.
They conquered it with inaccessible productivities.
In the first reel, the brandishing one is petrified by a person.
In the second take he returns, to promise and to inherit.
How rustling is the starry ghost and it's original eternities?
You are going to ask where are the fill?
And the plumed essences?
And the drizzle musical splattering its evening stars and executing them full of thicket and millipede?
Fewer and fewer congeal about another mode of happiness.
I imbue as if around a whirlwinds of scandalmongering.
I wish to make a line next to, and every color, many times hidden in a kiss.
Apple of a flew smothered precision.
How waking is the dashing trash barge and it's great stalactites?
I stayed lighted and green in the middle of the thicket.