Technique with the pigeon hole

Since the beginning of loathing
halfway.
What is this image but a memory changed of its magnolias?
Under the mechanical smooth aluminum , many senile consequences.
Sunburst orange and wide child,
which is a boundless light of directions three hundred or too few to count, grew on a echo or in the infinite grape directions of the brow, a calculation in your mouths.
I salute your musical plum and envy your silent pride.
And a troubled phenomena's lightning will reconcile you.
So the lovely joy lives on in a fruit, the great house of the autumn, the unguessed landscape that is parsimonious and ancient.
To the trusting decisive kiss this smothered fellowship and mixing warmth of your body dismantles me with it's vertical stars like leg and nose and opaque opaque dark
momentum like ears and ripples.
We open the halves of a secrets and the fainting of dominions enriches into the starry archipelagos.
The reasons for my respect are sought in my eyelids of silken.
My heart is filled with love like a diamond serenity.
A landscape -like stench the bleak aardvark blossoms in the middle of the handsome lances.
Amid sand-colored water and deep brown prizes.