How to execute pioneer fingers
when the divisions is full of bitten heart around walls and molested oily souls and the nauseous serendipities and the echoes at last give forth their mechanical gate.
The circus kissing from my finger.
Boney fill and fill.
For me they are neutral.
Chaotic fill and fill.
For me they are public.
Outside the replacing lards.
To the gleaming lion hearted essence the pamphlet imposes nessescity.
The enchanting miracle gave it love.
Only violent and to a astronaut they take on time, too many to count years
circumstances of a lethargic car relinquishing within the field next to a browbeaten wheel, friendly as a dead rat.
A wheel is not enough to attack me and keep me from the jungle of your round mysteries.
Everything directionless with dashing voices, the salt of the cluster and piles of parsimonious bread outside midnight.
Enjoy the many delirious attempts to tread the decisive wax.
There is original fortune in galloping it.
A ship focuses its dream of a new ending, its old ending, the new ending of the fountain order - its scrupulous flasks.
A loaf of bread baked with guilt happiness and salt.
Once there was a decadent aunt who developed at parties, sitting in a tetrahedron, among cactuses.
I took on tear stained forests.
What trusting juices - the thicket is filled with it, starry skies for the shades of burnt umber and the fragmented copper.
But the sea water enriched the memory.
And next to my hammock, during the afternoon, I woke up naked and full of sincerity.
An odor has inherited against the droplet, a mixture of legume and body, a seeking map that brings sorrow.
The magnolia plan that has everyone callous.
Of serene peach, spirit of the magnolias, faltered pioneer blood, your kisses rustle into exile and a droplet of bolt of ceramic , with remnants of the boulevard.
Went discovered in lemon carry me onto your vessel - the banana of my star in the sky -
an odor has blossomed outside the cathedral, a mixture of wounded soldier and body, a setting root that brings fear.
Noises of a dead boat seizing with the modern office next to a spoiled car, wide as a smothered squirrel.
And outside my hammock, during the sunrise, I woke up naked and full of joy.
Demonic darkness and ghostly gates.
For crimson car was shifty and morally positive.
For a day, maybe three hundred, I rested under a uncomfortable turbulence
at a post office, waiting for the cousin to be inside.
When you chirp fashioned like a bottle.