Thursday, May 27, 2010

call waiting and

Stationary centaur makes the machine round the lifted fork of the concrete pavement. Its solo bird fight a raucous din of  things tearing off ... two hundred molecules? is that  what makes the world... so? are you certain thus perishing its ship hold budding off the fur of its paradise gaining its foothold hourly .... humping off them  waves busting back and breakwater to the heaving wake....



headbutting the buffalo and rivered over the delta ...? a swamp whats that doing  ... over the coign of sunset grange of red purple winged eagle buffed cloud banged on lines of flinging perspective....

yes indeed the carnal sight of these airs vision


________she'll return more