Sorry for my poor english,
but nice to be here !
Matrix
Harvest of saïs on the fifre of the flying cascades to the own way during the lily modelling, listening time That runs and spring out of Melodie sunshade by sidereal spangles morning Turquoise to the veil on quite fire, this, is the crickets vibrate the Secret wick reaping wax which sings with the water bird, all fringuant- the lesson of the engraved torrent is undeniable
My agapanthe scratched palm Iméros of the quanta
Twelve
Twelve invisible cords with human
Twelve dimensions and the tenth of the one of it for the Révérence piper’s brain-
Burning the Smith's calendar to the oneiric layer which screws, under acids hallucinations, the Gods Still three punishments for the great laught piece cosmogonic the savages In top, the term of the explosion which gradually cries in invocation of the flood Tsunami smile the clouds sneeze of the musics with colour-blind percussions the walk of the path stones which points red velvet On the hidden face of the triangle, the thirteenth one laughs a dog of wicker hopes park them.
Five, for the white flower in full face, without facets to be erased Already considering –
Still not taken!
Globular prayer of remission Licks! –
Soles in recollection at the identity measure with the jaw of the habits to the statements of the patriarchs in innocent slaughter, with the time posed on a branch which enough in purifying storm the buffoon has his circus: it is the pit With its royal small bells, it charms the systemic rot with five point who explse the heart
the sky
the night invitation
dreams, here and maintaining gaping the second in orgasme river I come It streams arrive... - And your flame wavers, it falls towards you, my lambs
Mother she-wolf awaits the ball of fire, tapie within its den the circle in multicoloured shootings, penetrates the directions without direction, still once smoke seeks its freedom Of the prints of silence recall me there to the house of true love of the solar iris, if one can sacrifice it the illusion is impassioned Serrures door the translucent cloud the urgent full time, the urgency corrodes to Désolation perfection of the single target to the back of the throne where the crystal sings the glare of the ankles lying the lightening dusts which speaks with the air, diamond gray of The joy tapering the atoms in infinite Extase of the explosive divergence intersidereal.
Blooming Seas in love with honey and photonic sun’s spring, once again, which enjoy with excess beautiful and beautiful is this voice without word says It is the diadem of the dunes which mixes the mermaid of our feverish flesh.
They are three, my love And surely much still blessed Polyandry! -
The miles eyes of the night put to me in naked multi-compartmental Pleasur That sails the evening snake, where we had seen one squirted of sperm, where, the heart immediately crosses the talisman of the large cheater of my adored heart, My Beautiful horned –
The petals plane with softness in the gleam towards the point of the question and its spiral Honni onyx is which badly is bandaged! -
Furnace bridge Always, advances the sylph of awakening Its measurement is our tender cage, our large and charming daily treason, that which makes us emperor-whining the base however imposes Empirisme crammed on black electric wire collected in the household refuse Change face or of solar and symphonic figure place that trace the hips pubis bursting of cream and gold the birth of circular the Massages dawn in order to cross the era the lips absorb the heat of the shaven youth of the day Table Changement extatic-
The button inflates the happiness of electricity That can dissolve the flesh in ocean of pleasure Go ocular Claudication account and perceive the illegality of our reality confined to bed without eight, too closed at their undulating Caresses sights of the polymorphic glare in gangue of ejaculation to pressure a pack for me, please, boys! - To put the lump of earth at the bosom by mixing it with sperm Where do hide the bitches with penis? - Do net of the celestial rétiaire viewing flames the cornea and the flesh Dear whip I want to show my two opened glass which is repaired itself ovoid-
The cross which is believed in the four winds could make the deal of our divines vampires Passions night Faire the things that one should not make, cosmic makes also the deal of someone else Somebody of known Erebe of why And which whispers in darkness? - All around us someone else Goes to open the window! - Somebody said to me that IT arrived.
That arrives...
You are points of sights.
