so redressed such leather boots or steel toes. by preparation by damages or by flurry. too alive to die or too dead to live while this becomes existence. by shadow or dungeon or so tender it never registered. such hyper-madness such underbrush while endlessness is not an option. so vulnerable to properties or threaded loquaciously while defending Africa or Europe might not appeal; burgundy carpets or all red-brown horizons so grim in thoughts. it was years at it before so pessimistic as wondering what it accounts for; dark dreary alleys or walls with graffiti while candles burn on some obscure corner. it becomes vagueness or self-centered fire while equality becomes a travesty; by needs to shun by graves to arise where we wonder why Trump is so vicious. our ties our images our futures; as creatures underlying humanity in such a manner it slowly unthreads. it was once easy, for Love might be adored, or to love according to deeper gleaning; to find similarities, in a unique village, but behaviors are indicative of trainings. so much a travesty or too much beauty, as finding it was mental to fail. so often a certain way. where roses are with fragrance. but asphalt comes out of knitting gracefully. It breeds something offensive embodied in something appealing while no one person seals our skies. to sit is furry or beauty or learning not to ask too many details. it’s intricate it is. we must have silence to have long life. where riches determine something different: our irregular approaches, our fierce demands, our rebel hearts. it’s windy those gusts are storming we sit upon a tornado—wilderness is marvelous or straying is exciting while souls are cut through sore remorseful; by allergies where seeking meaning to reap harvests; so afflicted by you so at war with you while we play a delicate violin; such torture in velvet such hot sizzling lingerie why a picture hits hard to its brains. such deadly images while perception must be protected where rationality must be guarded.
