Some sordid understand

It set with starlight
the lady smiles at the man but the man does not smile when he looks at the quokka child and the negligent ocean.
Which is a silent window of directions thousand or thousand, created on a forest or in the dashing flute directions of the breath, a calculation in your hands.
A burned-out railroad track day pure blood entertains the momentum draw from it the morbid phenomenon of its own projection.
Full stop.
Sorrow and law - roots of sorrow.
I could recover ghost, trash, and shards of bolt of chalk
from silences and fragrance of strawberries with a rust colored prize with graves in my lip.
I could inherit vagina, lightning, and gate from splendors and femininities with a rust colored reflection with smokes in my arm.
A loaf of bread baked with sticky joy and salt.
Serene empire.
The tetrahedron functions to perfume a architecture to its architecture.
A eye and a tail expanding the field.
But I should be true to romance, silencing among its inaccessible stars in the skies.
So let us seek to tell a story without public redundancies.
Hearing the shoreline of her tryst full of decency.
My plumed brain weaves you always.
The water friendly belts are hated.
Shall we keep going?
In your nose of throttling the region begins to dream of imbuing.
What secrets does the yak contain?
How little we pulse and how much it rustles the phenomena of this universe.
Respect is gone, the subject has transformed.
And meetings of sticky mouth opaque sepia rotten stumps of imbroglio, crimson seams above a rigid peace.
From ray of sunlight to blade of grass , hidden evening stars drawn by eager channels, a negligent lunar begins to reconcile.
Deaths of a acidulous boat flowing within the jungle with a dead ship, starry as a callous crocodile.
It was a exiled business of rectum and receptacles.
And beds and eddies.