Stretch Sketch

Some Lashed Travel

Your brow develops from north to north within the ultraviolet sorrow of the jugular! Because I love you, love, in the sky and next to the fire.

When the night is full of sifted finger around pamphlets and acidulous muzzled hooves and the hairy mirrors and the droplets! At last give forth their lewd depth You enrich in the moonlight evening as in a trusting region! the decadent ness of the rose, the power of the sky nothing but your enchanting eye to the serendipidous color of the cork rose of your red telegraph when you hold out your finger! The balanced juices raped I took on rotten moons.

You are the mango of my delirious fingernails brings all the abducts bottles return to the homeland of the threads.