Wednesday, May 13, 2020

While Clocks Are Diaries


such to exist in some sphere while losing connection. but that space if but inside to become its creation. as levitating in spirit so eternal it escalates. or by fire to realize passion into arcs or flame or interior loses and waves of conditions so nebulous how it occurs. while one would accrue an enemy this crazed trend those mechanic pencils if but to erase any harmony. as meeting with malice to begin with venom while it’s best to deescalate. however, such math where infraction is impaired it’s impossible to maintain closeness. if but to assuage by greater disposition a man humiliated for his strength. as caved creatures in a futile environment to unrealize an otiose sentiment. by vacuum into such eyes while we adore her dearly. those daughters in levitation those cures in guts to re-spend an agenda. as sons in meaning to explode the caption where one might feel offended. such battles in membranes such subtlety in insistence to despise a man for he was reborn. our children those habits as too much has led to a closeout. our hermetic lovelock our haven kleptomania where one is so trained it has become a dear enjoyment. so many circuits where want is for separation while essence is sick on poison. to worship division by no tender voice if but to be a thorn for pleasure. such California doctors or chess-piece ills at framed excellence!    

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