What then were the mists of this era boundary conditions that only drew choirs murmuring, uncountable and constant blurring of the lives and deaths of people undecided dungeons porous chips with recessed gas peoples.
A boardwalk and rope. A car of a transition to invisible supporters. Fasteners diluted edges doomed to confusion. A metronome wind chanting complaints gnashing of a scale threatening the comers lose debris deaf hinge, above worlds, cities, deserts. Gardens as well. Of sleeping bodies. Cruel, already wary of kids. Cruel, always, burn-moored to Griffier roses.
bottom all the uproar mingling their routines and their speeds, their bodies glistening and furrowed plains, their nets and poles spiked blazing in a huge labyrinth layer overexcited, worried, conquerors, mystical, hungry, frightened.
And when he looked up, hunched over his head still in the collar of his black carapace, it had sought nothing more than the return of these vital and deadly rage. Had heard that syncope infinite cosmos indifferent.
It was an hour of daylight. An hour of climbing rare in a spiral evasive. An hour when a sound, a shock wave can be more violent than others, a more sudden tear of all those who accompanied the earthquakes common between hectic crowds, had burst the envelope too hard for her not tense .
He had hardly learned to stop. Do more than one stop. In a corner of his yard where iridescent membranes could catch his breath, blood and flesh. Where can reconnect to the scattered members of the top tree phase. Or like an animal they can release the shame inks heavy and sticky waste accumulating in her his eyes to bare arms into the murder of innocent poverty. That of possessions fetishes. Bottomless appetites. Frustrations tyrannical. Fantasies impotent. If
must renounce self-taught, like learning beyond words words barely enough devices hatched plots to reckless science is completed, it was a little nothing, from a tin cup begging bowl, that another currency could, if necessary, pay a few new trade agreements. Under the mantle of the old skins. If he decides that remains quite large. Eaters am unfortunate in the belly of love or hate, or same impassive others. A
not shut lengthens in refugee areas, flower fields, ponds, under the floor under the marble, ophélien awake writing of these secrets not found below which we should know for the test, and having met you can then transmit for no more than a ring of iron and dumber still any jewelry of any prisoner, any boat in a forward after a diving board above the arms of a drowning lover .
Surely we began to notice something in the dismemberment of Madonnas to polish precious. In the dissection of epic battles. In the chapeau of mixed verb. In the film reversed from future to past.
However, when he looked up, he found nothing except the beauty that still put in partitions according to formulas abyss graceful, on behalf of a bubble ice in it was crimped, populated by mindless hungers to warm their shameless fear of being alone ephemeral praying negative than anything else existed.
But nothing loving again became senseless and distance. He had hardly learned too. In its intimate chemistry between the soul and the knife. The contours of his thought écharpées canvases. In a word stuck in a bottleneck dilated. From a body that his own left dangling from a nerve electrified released into the wind. In a much belief and foremost. Should begin even before any signs as hypothesized under the arch of primitive nights. Before beginning the dangerous design. Before the idea of knowing what it is understood. Before the project the first stone. That the first statue irradiât anxieties. All that crazy first invented their laws useless to clutter the skies and hearts. Bridging the nil with pretensions of hourglasses.
one belief breakaway historic canals. Water that can not fit in the palm of both hands and that draws yet to feel the spin in a Keyboard foiled its delicious. The queen dressed as a beggar belief. Less than the price of a glass ball that the child rolls his eyes sparkling. More than the trappings of shrines are adorned with the beloved dead usurpers.
He looked frail, leaning through the smoke as his choir composed, indefinite and persistent filtering lives and deaths of the mixed messages and wills forgetful. Hands pressed
rough rope on the bridge. Rocked by the wide load and slow airs.
Was there was a gunshot. An award-brushed over fake gold. A tide of more despised plague. Yet another barking crowned. A burst of venom. A payment on the account again encrypted with a foul beast.
Sometimes he glanced to one side then the other, toward each end where the puny culvert vanished wood and strings.
He had learned to wait. Too. The elf sweet watching him through the instance of the shadow. The fatal even frightening supervisor wisp consuming. Him, sliding cursor, barely restrained by one and just hoped the other.
Caught again by one hour at tempo walled prohibited. Subtracting the continuum of days to make so many deeds. Classifications. In strides mechanically through mechanical fields. Pull
unabated links origins. Litters insect hieroglyphics. The pages fell from the tree. The stories of rainfall to minerals invisible. On weeds. Spilled wine. Revolt. Throw nets forward. Grab debris already there to tip beyond the gauges unfathomed. Wait
back, living essential disease, the need for pleasure, to enjoy, to exult, as a vibrant and smooth abscess, swelling between the folds of the challenges that lurk equality, slingshot, gleam revulsion, hugs The magnets in disguise, the irrepressible need for evidence.
It's here. A duel. Primary impatience to know more. Above the vacuum. Where once, brat on a wire along the edge of the gutter, he played to fear of falling into it like a chick and being carried away to drain. Devine
there a wink on one side. Suspect he smiled the other. There is nothing and nobody to see it intends to keep. Outside
gravity. On a hyphen hesitant. With around him that swell columns scrolls, deploy, stand at the option of insensitive currents, dissipate and collapse into each other. A ballet Mareen. He knew
take. A table set at a time deducted from all existence, all said and everything to say, knew everything and nothing yet, after the most distant full of so much violence and defeating its astronomical circles in action unthinkable. Some gestures are sketches of a magician out of a shell of a fibula feathers in a cauldron of smoke. A frame in the den calendars fighting. The time to learn to say it is still too early since it pours while precipitates. The space itself is already transforming the lyrics. And the question is wrong with a needle again. Decompose
without thinking. That would be this order found a time that would restore its reduced need in the eternity which moves all that lives. All that was. All that will be. Between the history books without the dizzying dreams of expanding product and intractable delirium, and short distance of the species that seeks to read, cover, do you know, the walls of pages millennia of Odysseys endless foreign languages, mathematics chimeras, outraged relics, monuments of secrets that remain buried beneath the upper rites.
backs, binders, arms extended to the lectern, and more devotion heads gone. More blood, just a new air evaporate, diapers liners in uncompromising tight purple skies on the intermediate to be present so little, stupid lighthouse in the storm. And knew
return. Withstand before it separation from the mystery naked. Since there was to do, ever again, and walk. Less than become one of the recognized forms of balloons being qu'éclairées by false attractions. A figure at the bottom that actually happening, and leaves behind it some stick insects or pencil to continue to blur as the hesitation that fits naturally not at all small yet awkward, yet ready to stumble. And knew
return.
was a parapet on a bridge in the city and the big water of the season had begun to froth. Emulsion into a song of wild silk swarms of sea spray. The land around
ascended the stage crimp in their workings.
There was an address in his pocket.
It would be late. Maybe.
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