Stop holding on
The serum is illogical and close in time to drink it. Spores fall short on the wind-blown path; besides she chides too hard too rough for it be inconsequential.
The fateful blow is dealt on a record of excessive violence in the line of duty. Speak up. Sneak out. Control if at all the meltwaters desired folly polished screed multiples in favour of a muscle mine.
Each magical mixture redolent of some invested need; to be sure we will back you this time. If it is at all feasible to presume these outcomes based on information gathered.
Meet group cloaked in ambergris markers divine integral wave fissures up on told the build.
All invoked by staggered drawn smokes of berry purple dangled plastic exploding shark; sort of haemorrhaging a wave we were told. See that space fill it. Do not expect each moment to be burnished in enfolded gold leaf over tight knuckle rapture. Burnt ends this time of year umber flame cosmic jetty stone spoils slate cracks underfoot moss soaked fungus due.
You’re not impossible it’s not that we doubt your first forest favours. Lashed to the mast. It takes time to become brilliant; to dance the dance. In traces were fund distillate multiples of the husband of the famous actress. Sordid fore chance affiliated to prospector’s discourse; untrampled also untroubled by recent events. They chose to close it down out of choice. Nobody forced their hand this time. Moonlight illuminates a slither of street that bows and buckles around a cobbled corner. Untroubled night lights here and there. The distant sound of a motor scooter. The barred windows of tiny boutiques.
Work bond is law love sample overall entreat egret dance heron on the wing shadow space open round. Now the tempo is raw bound singular with pretty white flowers to meet and greet.
It’s great now there are no more second-hand book shops left all folded into each other like infinite masks of sorrow. But we will miss the smell of ‘em. Those silently rotting cousins on the till playing at coy intellectualism. Oh wasn’t it miserable that time when and of course come back soon. So goodbye this time off you float piecemeal orange bower sagging serpent’s breath extends into the garden taking sly caresses each newly budding wonder.
Saxophones reach out with handles your time taking up with train doors slowly closing and opening; the ripe rubbish simmering strafed by cobs and webs dormant fear eternal drilling ancient pipe-works.
Singing to remind love to come out against the dark. You have to remind it. Next time leave choices and monads at the door. Like you used to believe in things and beings that flourished before beings and things became all but one to notice too soon it’s gone. Dance spring ecstatic throw fresh bags of rubbish high in the air. Exhale the court is majestic once more; inside the walled garden the earth folds in and around ornate orchard succulents. It’s a wonder behind the bin truck crushed gulp of all ours; that we achieve this frenzied celebration at all.
Entertain the lip of the scum pipe suck off the residue spat lime green juice splashed cortisone filial grip-lock. Sporadic bouts of frenzied activity against the stagnant bone floor. What’s all the knocking for mate, I’m trying to get some writing done; trying to make my way across the frozen lake just like you. And all the other hordes waiting outside the gate. Two approach, one is heavy with wode, the other more articulate speaks first. All history has happened now is just an afterlife, you will see. All interactions are merely distractions; this in time you will see. Digital networks our folk lore answers against the dark sound mirrors of the first rebuttal as the human thing. Wake up drugged heavy with panic and dread is this it am I gone what where is this? Just a smallholding is all we need, enough to keep us from holding on dangling. Two climbers entwined skewered by a serac left to unravel on the frozen scree face, left to wonder on it, a cruel death. The shape of the fault hangs dismal against the energy halo of its pursuit. Cold under rotor blades, you’re at home and can wonder on this glow over the mountains. The glow that draws them on to death. What twisted formulations drive us onwards here?
