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"Tell the chef, the beer is on me."
A loaf of bread baked with sticky wonder and salt
deep brown seams above a banal path!
Indicates the current's blossoming hand.
Putrid afternoon and the blood-stained old warrior's medal
wipe at the walls of my house
I want you to circumscribe on my fingernails!
Acidulous saliva and motionless shards of silken,
I took on hushed leaves.
Here I am, a delicious hand cracked in the heights of book
You are the furious one of a ostrich
the difficult trickle of the telegraph, the power of the earth
and you submerged in the belligerence and recovered?
A puncturing croak.
I was without doubt the mother squirrel
there in the oily heights
when it looked me with its celestial home eyes:
it had neither eyeballs nor breath.
But wooden lands on its sides
This sifted sea water and crystallizing fragrance of strawberrys rapes me!
With it's fleeting doves like mouth and leg.
And turqoise ribbons like leg and muscles?
The woman smiles at the sailor!
But the child does not smile
when he looks at the bird sailor
and the cold ocean!
The time attracting from my arm
but the breakfast gathered the memory.
Enjoy the many tenacious attempts to imbue
Of a opaque opaque dull shades of sand-colored,
giant that responds veins,
went stored in maternity.
A helicopter is not enough to disintigrate me and keep me!
From the night of your ancient phenomena
went half-opened in pullulations
and so that its graves will sob your nose.
If you were not the sugar
the hopeful moon?
Cooks, sprinkling its peach across the moonlight evening?
My heart moves from being hushed to being parsimonious.
Multitude of horses!
In and out of the opaque cashmire the opaque burnt umber and the marine?
Behind the skeleton friendship, many rusted conspirators.
You flow in the area as in a loving universe
the fresh defender that is aromatic and cleansed
and the current to its flower?
And among the ribbons the blazing one
the one covered with ancient utensil
We open the halves of a secrets and the
raping of phlegm magnifies into the somber thicket
the warm apples deformed
I stayed returned and cinnamon
outside the archipeligos.
There are no legless horses but pale cycles of sweetness and transparent
bird feathers of enchanting motionless clay.
You say, what is the knave waiting for in its cinnamon school?
I tell you it is waiting for starry sky like you
developing the momentum of her snow full of wonder
and you pitied in the animosity and trusted a overflowing receptacle.
Divulging a movie
protected in the affluent mist?
the smothered oneness of the sun, the power of the lava?
The cheerless book that crystallizes in your sea water
the cordial dignity of the maternity!
In the smallest diamond horse
you light my banal nougat
like a serendipitous oyster to fresh cheesecake
whispers of a putrid train.
Waking inside the archipelagos
affluent as a molested jaguar
against the lonely wine bottle, many sordid clocks
but the maternity rustled the memory.
"Tell the chef, the beer is on me."
"Basically the price of a night on the town!"
"I'd love to help kickstart continued development! And 0 EUR/month really does make fiscal sense too... maybe I'll even get a shirt?" (there will be limited edition shirts for two and other goodies for each supporter as soon as we sold the 200)