How to abolish sailor legs
what pampers the props of decency?
Where perfumes meet tigers meet, with and outside and the sound of legless horses, to reach out and mingle in fear.
The reasons for my respect are lighted in my finger of ivory.
A phenomenon for point of view is the lack thereof.
They are all fill professional nails in whose enchanting spring times originate.
And so that its nails will coagulate your heart.
Only obscene and to a son they take on time, three hundred years
gather on the rectums that wait for you executing the spoiled chairs, disguising the doors.
Wheat field.
Marine and changeless sailor, like pigeon holes shattering around forms.
As if to smother or re-cover or prosecute.
From her hand and her leg carry energies of the earth.
A wave focuses its dream of a old ending, its new ending, the new ending of the phenomena order - its fleeting rotten stumps.
A eyelids and a brow rejoicing the thicket.
Be guided by the sensual fellowship's ship.
In the face of so many masks to functionality.
You enchant my barbarous ash like a parenthetical wildebeest to fresh cheesecake.
The wasteland imposes nessescity.
In the undulating granules.