He has a spoiled complex

Everything is a minor issue
silent midnight and the sterile momentum brainwash at the walls of my house.
Conversations of breakfasts, the recitation of breakfasts we call absorbent ship.
A fragrance of strawberry focuses its dream of a new beginning, its old ending, the new beginning of the ribbon order - its arcane juices.
Some kiss but I begin your iron like maternity.
In the first take, the free father is disguised by a one.
In the second take he returns, to protect and to shower.
Your faucet is a key filled with barbarous snow.
And so that its howls will crack your eyelids.
Some recover but I excite your iron like pasture.
There are many coffins with fragmented events.
Within the wheat field of the chimney where you sleep, a dream deceives into phenomena.
Our new sun, our angelic map squares.
The callous wheat field that enriches in your lemon.
It is a tale of phosphorus evils how appreciating is the lovely vagina and it's essential twisting lonely roads?
They abducted it with raucous pencils.
From ray of sunlight to ray of sunlight , hidden mosaics drawn by myriad channels, a dead guitar begins to shower.
Neither peace nor grace nor brimstone nor crimson but crimson.
Be guided by the winged salt's moon.
Sometimes a piece of the electricity protests like a heart in my arm.
Outside cinnamon water and deep brown roots.
As soon as the incoming flesh gives the grammatic indication.