Monday, May 21, 2018

Splash Gently


Hills are hammers of raw umber. Sleep in the charcoal. Morals are confronted by forefinger, not ribbon. The subatomic world is more like cardboard. Electrons are bound to the nuclei of card sharps by festive decorations and the weird energy of bugs. What is rational is mistaken for guns. We skip doing the dishes and bend the warehouse trinkets into regions of space and time. This creates a sense of peripheral exultation and scrap metal mustangs. The grievances of subjectivity redeemed by lacuna. Overflowing stereophonic broomstick thumps.
Infrared mink ceremony. Laughter at bangs. Packs of junta. Unfold the cartwheel. Excerpts generate your stem. And then it operates like dark.
Blue rumor. Gluttonous stud supplied with implausible melodies. Give falling a finger. My vernacular joins the piano. Elephant aerodrome. Flowers sifted among leeches. Grieve below the scattering. I expect the bulbs to bobble.
Tangible delectation. Luminous glass nipple in a roan coat. Summer flows by and deposits a film of pollen on our windshield. Your French trumpeted perception and became a little postulate, which we named Stephen, and raised like a tiny device of lips and arms. The table bounced like consciousness. And was cookies and lips symbolically colloidal. Enthusiastic can also mean milk and eggs. Airplanes ply the invention of candy. The playhouse is shameful. It extends into space and lingers, like a Ferris wheel on the coast of Zanzibar.
Fire trek. Creosote. We’re sawdust, alpaca. I am the swans of a murdered mouth. Clay mongrels. Grebes. Nerves. Reach for caramel. In the right circumstances, laziness is nonindustrial cunning.
Generate gifts where a chip came off. And then stupor, jiggled with chlorophyll. Listen to the solace of lines, the meat of the poem, which is similar to an éclair, or a piece of furniture. Theorems drooling congeniality. The force of skulls. Yell. Scream at the embassy. Breakfast flavors that pull you into your mouth. Swim in a myth and twinkle. Appear to be official, or at least inaccessible. Embark on a long voyage. Haul in a net of weird animals. Fulminate, hiss like the mad alchemy of pumpernickel.
Is your heart a washing machine or a runway?
Bar clatter. Innocent moose. Opulent embroidery. Crime debris shoveled into a courtroom. Ablution spoon. Lounge of pullulating drinks. Rascal incarnated in a movie about taffeta planets.
Bistro smells. Groaning extraverted portraits rendered in energetic failure. I maneuver the flavor of sand. The canvas honors its shapes by talking to eternity. Eternity answers with Rembrandt.
Candles are a testimony done backward, to satisfy a little wrinkle of character.
Brush with almonds.
There is a deviation that can escape the determination of elbows and yet slosh around in the wrist like the metaphysics of angels. That sort of thing. The jaw is an example. Howl of a silver buckle. The sublime thrust of a master sergeant and corresponding eyebrows.
Mutable running gray form that embodies the strings of a kiss. And that’s called a lipid, and is primeval.




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