From the dark side of the occipital ... galloping come my kind and jubilant comrades, they have been jumping and cutting the atmospheres of physical reality, after cooking my belly and my heart from stubborn wounds of unstoppable wars scary wounded slices. Very close and dry from the dark side 3 and a half turns comes the cataract wart to the iniquity of its juice over the millions of Centilenials Writering Experiences.
On the white side of the occipital, 3 network crosses intersect with Playright Playwright, towards the hurried signs of the Writer beyond its spectrum. The most sober fear stained with bravery prosapia comes out.
Metaphysical transfer, capricious platform of insomniac spirit, walks 300 centuries with its feet emperifollados and accommodating its semi-inclined crown sharp on its chipped shoulder of melted marble of Carrara ruin.
Preliminary Empty Transfer
Algorithm Cm, has been debating the hills like chin of pubic maidens kneeling their outrageous non-eager emotions, neither brief as the fear frightened of releasing the beautiful vibra of the occipital color of the brave piano breaking the 300 imaginary ears of the emotion algorithm without piano of inharmonic skeptic cadaverous.
2nd transfer Preliminary Vacuum
Etrestles looks back at the Altamira wart caryatid cataract ... sees a serpentine picaflor imbued with its sclera and grazes its feathers and the feathers ...
Later he leans to his ghostly cauliflower spectrum and returns to cross this threshold again, holding feathers in his hands saying: Since 300 centuries I have been navigating the aerial CO2 aerial ditches of the filthy world and now my brother Calamorous cauliflower prosaic ship in front of my eyes telling me If I had a brother like you, I would say come with me to cut wounded airs that I have to slice only in you lodged in the Cm Algorithm of the imagination, dietary anemia udder Holy atmosphere of the archbishop of Calixto and Calipsian blood. When breaking the chalky limestone capita of its dimension, we will visit in this World Messiah Cauliflower. Brother of Picaflor, nodding his role Saveforest and Savespirit fraternal degeneration SOS.
3rd transverse transfer No Vacuum.
The mischievous eyes of cauliflower flying have to compensate for the world of the Cerebellum that betrays us, That we have to be preset of spring countryside Tina Moldy. Holy water in the jaws of menstruation incense almost acunpunturial.
About living and surviving, of revenge and revenge ... From Jutland the sour jerjel that shook the great extreme acro of the heraldic court for gathering thousands of restless spirits vitrineating with their hands as gamers, alpha play stationed of the severed but Sane Stoic Hamlet.
to be Continued
under to be a building experimental poetry.