Life, Poisonous trident enlivens harem joust – a plenary oval, lately in a myopic journal. You’ve been using photos, making a hat like the idea of being feathered cries for these sculptures and woodblock prints. Sculptures and woodblock prints. Incontinence balance – Referee cotton gathers the Botox mirror asparagus-seaweed, Weird stuff, taken by coral seas in the meteorite tango – goodbye success of the Moon minds, certainly there was no stir, as cordage slacked with self-portraits enamoured with the ideas of inchies and a jalopy’s turntable eyes. But in that world, never a creaking moose.
Never a creaking moose.
Never a creaking moose.
A creaking moose in the subway winds, tend to be an overshadowed dill pickle, hanging about long enough for the brine bubbles amongst the Wrecked livid contagious night-bird’s cry. Never, never narrow sparrow pie stripes in a cloud hanger – miles parted ways by being a very anxious steam locomotive in the moonlight –
anxious steam locomotive in the moonlight
anxious steam locomotive in the moonlight
anxious steam moonlight comes
into the space
into the space
Come into the space. Come into the space, where the sun is something, like the clouds in the empty beer mug. The clouds in the empty beer mug have billows of green Dream-tiger mandolins inside, a catastrophe in spades. Inside catastrophe in spades.
Inside catastrophe in spades – It says something about not being as low with small tomatoes and darkened bloodless twinchies, because asemic writing locks soul eyes with determined moose permutations, so that the journal entry is about determination.
Entry is about determination.
Entry is about determination.
Entry is about determination.
Mirror Botox,
pieces and pieces.
From the sea to the corals in the sky,
where nothing else is equal –
in a minute of light and play,
love the idea of inches resembling the sea.
Look around,
there were no pineapples on the floor,
no pineapples on the floor.
There are three dogs in the harem –
oval dinner meeting moonlight,
no pineapples on the floor.
Form the crayon drawings in a misty book,
used photos of a coral reef,
Memories
taken from a meteorite.
Leaves fluttered through the narrow passages of birds that blocked miles from the boats rising in the moonlight. Visit tour web of sights and eye-screams. A sun cloud in a beer mug, a green surfboard, a tiger-mandolin in a hammer. The problem is the knife. According to time, there are no less tomatoes, and cups with black blood, but Tomato’s blindness is not due to a bad character.
Since white balance is not recorded in the Poster-sky, the way is at its most isolated and fixed, participation is certainly tipped because clouds of empty beer cans end up in the hole.
(Don’t rub your face like a wet rag, and talk to me.)
There is a narrow slit on the side to allow bottled brine to flow into the area, when a tiger plays a mandolin in the midst of trouble, it’s like a wolf wearing a hat and thinking it’s a forest – no pineapples on this floor.
Asemic Tarot 