coursing, pulsating pulminarie's reaching forth towards the lighter - bright flamage, contrite polite exposes of power reduce the common plebs to orange rind cinders - and as candles atop the cake flare with tropical lush
pastures, they quicken the pace - excitement brings celebration
and peaking chemical crimes; perchance eating several layers of song - as
speeches are sent into outer space, the place transforms itself into
globes of inflated rubber. He runs around the paving, searching for
scraps of twine, the house built of hair fiber and sticks - Blow me down
Mr. Wolf, for I cannot blow myself.
Verily it starts, decline and ascensions formulate a single presence with numb outlooks, the few cauterised castrated and masturbated icons form the seminal yoke, a choke hold of firmware spliced into his eyes as the contacts roll sideways towards the veil - and, stepping over, feet held up as they pass the rails like snails sprinkled with salt, mush and cracked ice bleeding from tear ducts on the aphids brow - thoughts overwhelm and emerge renewed from the chair, his fainted will left with the trough as the pigs snout suckles the swill like a habitual free baser - grabbing hold of the edge, pulling and hewing to mask the fellowship of raw data, his perplexion at simple pink slips in the mail cause havoc, peace and bliss in animated floral arrangements whilst clenching, wrenching eyelids forth from sausage rolled articles. He searches upwind for the source of the fragrance - and there, heading off in its own matrix, is the Sun, glancing, dancing and cavorting between passageways - A smile breaks like ice on a favored meeting, and his floundering hope is set alight.
Slack jawed in the past/broken nosed spilling throat/eyes watered from sleep/lack/deprived sports - barring the way to this region transportation rights/fights frightening me -
