Sunday, October 11, 2009

Succulent gate

Table trasher
Match waster
Time teller
File sharer
Fast learner

Naturalistic mouse movement. Parfum d’armoire spraybottle disguising dirty sex laundry. Document CD in D.C. getting scratched on hard disks.
Naturalistic staged. Processes rebuttal.

Coating lenses for seeing
Coating paper for seeing
Coating stomachs for a long night ahead

Succulent gate! How art, thy, thou, thine heart behold dull and blunted globular organ swollen shut.
Never seen!

Precious ore in minds of the dead, never blue, never color. International inspection connection costs zip on technology time. Buying books; having sacrifices to the hundred gods of eternal thought, and love, and pressure, and typography.

Oh! Succulent gate due open thy tarnished metal arms, latch long fled away through repeated torture, engage a human with tantalizing fantasies of their moneyless coffin. Enlist evolution into the new chemical make up. Spray bashful science nevermore.

Relied always on the thick pudding, distinguished gentleman stuck in situations theirs suits and wing tips can not push them out of, because distinguished gentlemen wait for the pudding to wrap and hold their egos: visibly untouchable. Tis a sight. But an American word that does not seem to hold fast the nature of formal ware or the notion of identity is defeat.

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