On top tangles and sawdust. Potential lexique wasted. An itchy organ that looses matter (=weight) and no longer converts two digit factors into answers. It forgot what a quotient was. Near the top, a meaty fool for entanglement. Adds more crap to the top. Extremities in pairs. The agile ones lost musicality and youth. The ample ones loose stability and twisting, they ache. The whole ----> piece of wasted 23.
Step outside of the circle and draw the rays. They burn pupils for attention yet narcissism and obsession erase their importance. In the clouds, fiction. Yet no one seems to notice. An entangled entanglement of a head will be illiterate in front of it. Shame! For numbers and guts would have $aved us. And this would not have been a now. The shrinking head, would not have. The aching bones of 23 would not have trembled.
Je suis seulement des mots incoherents ecrits aux tableaux....
jueves, 29 de mayo de 2008
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