Absent of birdbath some exile. 
An odorous box arises as an example. 
Friend friend old failed title fiend and the gar burger a lurid dish set upon a rock.
Oblige the coin. The sexual ligature institution. A game is only as fated as the auricles 
perpended to relieve its mechanisms. 
From the outer skirt of reason the whistle-light may evaporate Sunday morning’s trash.
A jort head. A whistle tooth. A peach ear. A chin doom. Playground fevers in the noodly 
air.
I pray to the mepled ghost as you talk to me in dogmas freshy, the gale sequestered in the 
basement of the museum. I sit above my limbs and preen-soak the starz. 
Second shift and its Satanic associations.
All the prescriptions.
If you watch you will derogate my capacities in flask and wastrel.
A family of shouts quartered the crows in the amorous land of stoops, in the land of 
stoops we put everything beneath the stoops, we denied the death bred colors and the 
filch nought and the eyes gorging on fairer crows with the rust mods that were our 
blessing. 
Storm reparation the eraser Christ of the pinky. Reliquary framings, parodies furnished in 
situ, racial feathers, and the starlettes weave sunshine, and imagination a black sail set 
free. 
Blast furnace holy. The zero coruscated with the swallow as my first ingot of perception.
In the beautiful republic.
In the aphorisms unending. 
In the arbitrary white deer.
Your momma was a daylily shoved inside a sack.