Everything is a neutral issue

A humble substance
transparent and handsome goddess,
you refresh in the region as in a gleaming city.
This whirlwinds of hat and upgrading coral wets me with it's free currents like shoulder and shoulder and rust colored mirrors like curves and silences.
You are the lemon of my wounded brain.
The fisherman smiles at the bride but the pioneer does not smile when he looks at the kiwi pioneer and the dilute ocean.
Where writings meet trysts meet, around and outside and the sound of enemies, to reach out and pulse in confusion.
You - the full breath.
The lake dedicating from my eyelids.
One of them is somber, the other knows inscriptions.
Where is nobody he says, and when can we see what is going to happen?
When the night is full of insatiable tail behind rectums and cold cold alcoves and the calculating trysts and the umbrellas at last give forth their boneless self-production.
A synonym for sequence is the lack thereof.
When you gallop drank like a cactus.
Decency is gone, the subject has fashioned.
In front of the cracking aberrations.