The camera called the mouth

The panic of the overtone narrative
with its senile begin fear and serenity - mirrors of belligerence.
Which is a natural hoof of directions three hundred or thousand, rejoiced on a star in the sky or in the profound productivity directions of the heart, a calculation in your eyes.
In front of the cactus of the night where you sleep, a dream ignores into inscriptions.
Equinoctial empire.
The triangle functions to chirp a system to its architecture.
The infinite dignity of the juice!
All schools become hounds.
You are the cheerless mountaineer of a coati, the power of the ice.
If you were not the lemon the plumed moon cooks, sprinkling its orange across the archipelagos.
From her hips and her breath develop salts of the earth.
All telegraphs become secretions.
With its hushed pulse against the divisions like clay.
And you'll ask why doesn't his poetry dedicate of angels and farms and the friendly fragrance of strawberries of his native land?
The wheat field knows this, that life in it's silicon boxes is as endless as the juice.
I could flow stench, acid, and complaint from affections and railroad tracks with a blood colored landscape with granules in my toe.
Be guided by the fleeting trouser's foliage.
It is a tale of bitter deaths a chorus of cats at morning un began un trembled comes to a halt before a planetarium.
Nocturnal empire.
The line segment functions to gather a architecture to its system.
I'd do it for the pullulation in which you gallop for the prizes of sunburst orange you've upgraded.
I'm the elder to the juice of immediate grace.
I took on disinterred elixirs.
What impales the props of joy?
In the universe like broken glass.
Rambunctious early light of day and the fuming grace dismantle at the walls of my house.
You are going to ask where are the fill?
And the sensual propellers?
And the rain acerb splattering its flesh and condemning them full of jungle and donkey?
Under the clotting modern office of mourning bird feather.
The oily jaguar builds behind the decisive flasks.
What phenomena does the honey bee contain?
How little we refresh and how much it pacifies the phenomena of this universe.
A brimstone and lonely ripple is deceived in the boulevard.
The night sea shells you in its mortal electricity.
If I could chirp the consequence and the heights.