Esta rebelión es un gas por el que cruzamos.
Imagino a dios celoso y loco, auroleado en luz diurna de neón. Just can not believe that his people, ants, have been connected with him through the Sabbath. He had been exposed as a result of magical harmony that existed between his dream and their worship. He could not accept that they were so connected and so did that were disconnected. The man was condemned to wander the earth as hordes of lepers phones.
Several nights after filing the teeth of my favorite dog I noticed that the atmosphere around me changed. I addiction to almond paste and paregoric. It seemed that I identified with everything. I was odorless battery plates freshly baked, stone oven cold. It was impossible to work. Roll the coils was worse. They went to live in my hand. The always charming and moving statues in the smoke billowed. The newly shaped jacket waved his wrists and hips I could see him doing circles under her girdle sweetly soft wet clay.
Love is a vampire. The facts dead. Energy is not dead. He captured the girls here in my dreams. The girls are left to their own whims. A free society observed on libido, brass plated picture with the collapse of pure democracy. In the confines of modern strength he plans to build the tiny female state as a sociologist of ants / bees.
The skies were still and cold. My teeth chattered and he was wet with sweat. Was breaking. I was fine. I stretched out on the red skin and used the pulp as a pillow, he had no memory requirement. The stars were orbits donuts militants. The field was patched with landmines and slices of bread. I broke one. His insides were white, fleshy and seeds of a variegated and deep purple. Insects shining hard and cracking under the pressure of the big toe of my foot. I ate meat cloud. I was filled, swells and joined me. I ended up crashing. Rain defused mines. I covered my head and ran free until a tree-shaped wigwam. I shook the hair out of habit. I was surprised to discover that it was gone.
Contemplation, peace in the eyes of an animal. Light pink surrounding the cold structure of egg and small freshwater fish by the guerrillas cosmic.
The feeling of freezing, drooling, northern lights shooting through my feet, a hug from heat, light and gas, steel ice.
Love was to strike. We did not attempt to put our energies into what is mutual. For a while rockets launched from phone boxes. Shooting and separated, same time same sky.
As for my own eyes, I can barely focus on anything. As the lizard, I am overwhelmed by the stigma of two ways of looking. God, I'm destroyed. I'm really tired. I look to the left eye. Here I am a victim girl praying at her enthusiasm. Here's discretion and compassion. On the plane of the right is a blue and voluminous burning with the rush of a frontal attack immediately. I hate all weak. I am the military. I'm the black poet Cell fasting and laughing. No danger of that I hang here. It is well known that my handkerchief is reserved as a suit of vanity.
movies in the files forbidden there is a mechanism that can mix memory with light and produce a sound image of any that exist in grace in the movie. There is another. The realm of celluloid is common for the whore and the scientist. Sit back and buckle up. Crown and squeeze your palms against the metal walls of a nuclear submarine cream.
Everything is sinking in the high sea. Filth and algae. The quivering nostrils of plant life. She begins her dance to the landfill and across the elongated puddles. Her feet are rubbing on bone open game. A van turns a bell in the garden. His miraculous ballet. The elevation on his face. Each phase of our being is embodied in their fabulous useless movements.
The argument of our life sweats in the dark like a face. The mystery of the birth explosion. From childhood itself. Excursions to tombs. Offers peaceful. What do we call? Why must we pray screaming? Why not redefine death? We close our eyes stretch their arms and turn on a glass swirling.
I have quickly
not connect
'm on arrival
'm finishing
I approach the microphone
I have no fear
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