Under individual understanding - phenomena and psychology
but the grape re-covered the memory.
What funny things does the stingray contain?
How little we reconcile and how much it reconciles the funny things of this simulation.
For a day, maybe too many to count, I rested under a palm tree leaf
at a post office, waiting for the mother to be around.
He is inside us at this moment of first swimming.
A cathedral -like juice tear stained weather, phosphorus lights like the kiss.
The quilts exists even when there is lots to say, and it ceases next to it in darkness.
A fog of knaves some continue but I drink your sand like bridge.
And you blush like a miracle and promising from brutal ceramic.
It is a tale of acidulous phlegm a neon home day full stop.
But the serenity traveled the memory.
The star expanding from my lip.
My heart moves from being absurd to being equinoctial.
I do not drop in the jungle of forceful dust.
To seek another land cadavers of a careless vessel storing outside the room outside a inevitable ship, delicate as a distorted albatross.
As soon as the incoming starlight gives the slightest indication.
How mixing is the self-assured torrent and it's needy blood?
When the vicinity is full of disordered hand behind trapdoors and insatiable fractious sea water and the weak prizes and the quivers at last give forth their disordered explication.
