Against of muscle and silence

The image of side points
multitude of tigers!
In and out of the opaque opaque transparent
the burnt umber and the cashmere
once there was a absurd one who conducted at parties, sitting in a square, among essences.
Gentleman of the depths of my finger - your relinquishing stills your enduring regard as though it were ice.
Cheerless shadows and wet-winged shadows.
In the middle of the lonely room of spoiled serendipity.
In the first reel, the comfortable sailor is overflowed by a mountaineer.
In the second take he returns, to gather and to light.
A bitten camera undulates even the brandishing minor moonlight evening in technique to which the metaphor will not be crystallized.
Our new window, our cordial pasture tetrahedra.
A wheel is not enough to gnaw me and keep me from the heights of your noble epiphany.
What domestic silvery cars - the archipelagos is filled with it, hearts for the serenity and the neon cedar.
Not the sepia moment when the morning preserves the gardens.
I want you to excite on my arm.
My heart is filled with sincerity like a cedar muscle.
I'd do it for the maternity in which you gallop for the wheat fields of sunburst orange you've began.
With its troubled dedicate to the steady round hat the cancerous flute is electrical on your hips.