Wicked energy is spent retracing your steps
you slither outside of sleep, and the first thing you see are columns, the strain creases back and tension is empty.
The gate opens relief and horizons upwards and rising seem peculiar. Lunar daylight awakens automations. Lawn paving and chilled breathing. The eyes of predators
tease the leash gleaming gelled pampering and ramble darting as the expedition of flight soars glorious on branches. Swift air pushes bark and growls behind fences.
The journey is short, direct and predictable.
Both feet beguile one another and concrete shamans whisper
advice you dont need. There is beauty. An extension
of personable perception gives lasting first impressions
that fleet in memory without need to be remembered. I could be happy, here if capturing glances didnt continue evolution. The sound of diminutive vocals, unison on the breast, cusped and delicate twitching rhythmic chantings, theres no need, or needs to be hopping on stacked cubic arcitecture. This place has grown well despite
a troubling darkness, the distant tarmac beeps signals as another day revists a tired spot of unfinished buisness, work has begun and im exchanging what i dont deserve for coughing fits and dry acerbic redoubtable
insight. Routine is a pattern, chop of its head and two grow back, i must remember the awkward hello's.

A soggy gasp in the swelter and horror of unmorning yawn.
Clear fluidity fogged by rising fumes. A pond of medical
examinations zig-zag by-pass queues coveted by perpendicular burgundy. Half dressed pale breeze, light and sinister with aggression lunges in heat as noise pollution road signals can be heard indoors and upstairs.
The voyage after attempt, cash transfers splurged on data. A sodden panting, enraptures a population enjoying the warmth of strangulation. Without invincible fear
everything seems more fragile, waiting to be broken on command, a sedative blocks artery temples of worship in the shade. A wave of ritual burning flows with the tributary over the frail skinned blotches, lumpy and docile, hats brimming with fashion and colourful eyesores covering the shallow madness. The ever vessel bursts forth to explain jigsaw excitement as a parable thats no help at all. The past is a recoiling spring, as a vacant downpour whips energy to remind me of silver meadows and a harpsicord pleasure of simpler times i never existed. Progression passed by in a blur of digital zero's. Calm leaves emit poisons and melting cement rots conditions of purchase. Seagulls intergrate with artificial preservatives. Here was a harbour, a cobbled history now lunchtime freedom. People relax uppity and snap
words freely, my only insitance as i shiver cheerily.

I am afraid of platforms, huddled around corners bored angst explains smashed windows and merry blankets trap shattered pity. Everywhere is cheapened commotion, voices more oblivious and waiting, always there is wasting, hidden distance greets warily as ownership returns to possesion. This is normal, nothing has changed but sludge emits in synthesis as you maudle, shuffled gloops of bandages hang limp in yellowed mediaval carnivals. Frugal steel tubes remind you of lonliness, and graffiti beckons followers without talent. Quietness blurts from every structure, pleading for chasms to swallow us all. The rodents success brings cognitive distress, there is no place to hide your face, beams swathe through hypnotic self congratulatory statistical analysis. This is a sewer
that wallows in its own filth behind crystal glazed ornaments. A time to be let loose, and remedy translucent daylight mishaps. Imagination can be proud of itself, underused but overvalued.

The diametric effervescent of grainy tv footage, softly conversatons sobbed until rising and forged metallurgy, ladled yarns and generous hosts produced wit. Emblematic compositions saught to unwind, and the liquid flow caught up and made another appointment, same time, same place.
Fascination encountered a pleasing ricochet, daft mystery and lupine preening, the moment of enjoyed geniality and ballroom glitter, be unaware of dangerous lurkers. The atmosphere has sucked in its beer belly and speeded up handclaps, time has readjusted its outfit to make itself pretty and the invisible protons charge positively on the oceanic tectonic substrate. Melodic laughter and a distinct sequence of pitch compete uncompetitivly for your attention, notes rise upwards to become condensation in cerebrum and duration generates enzyme plots for their absence. The gloss of arrangement, the altered reminiscence of palpable coherence divided equally amongst grief. Hugged lanterns flicker prescence and enjoyement is graded actively but without necessitation, being here in affective glaring brings comfort.

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