when flowers bloom depression blossoms
such melancholic beauty. mosaic leaves aromatic weather a soft musk scent. by
paragliding sitting in an attic, memories become cedarchests. some sacred
pendulum sudden into genetics aged sullen into dinosaurs. (aside such energy, I
gather plums, pursuing superconsciousness; to strike in essence as to enfold
two beings such wattage such Cabrera.) I was asleep when we met. I was awake
but asleep. Some uninterested dying! (a megaphone hit upon a phonograph such
tender aggression. so pledged to existence or far removed from existence to
attack prose like gnarms; walls crumbling the world is watching, we have
demolished those walls—so oppressive such heinous symbology such evil symbiotics.
they might judge differently. they might abhor freedom, for freedom is
dangerous. but we’ve an ideal such a vision to endorse autonomy—to fret an
unsung culture to invest in an unsung culture—with zinnias or sugar-apples or a
family of sugarcane.) substitutes for true reveries true love exchanged for
excitement, while excitement drowns in more needs. it’s never enough. a person
is a pigeon. where cages are closed shut. pure penalty as awakening to hard
beliefs as a desire to return home. a festoon on the court building. a new cult
in Los Angeles. or a craving for cold olives. some point of view, a hankering
for fun times, once withering, a hankering for new associates. a palm of loquats,
a new automobile, sunk low in leather wiping tears. so unique. no one can catch
up. so bogged down in human remorse. or so on point such outstanding references,
such an unbelievable character. such is witness such has an issue such becomes
a riff. but adorable jewelry such
sweet nectarines while enough to sip sugar-water. an anthill as too a goffer
while too kind to rid them. a trumpet in soul an announcement when walking a
countenance so explosive. pure elixir every syllable so much a desire of
spirits. to dig into oil mills to arise by concentration so much a vessel lightnings
thick into soaring.
