LKI/UCUM/- Zeplz L0/00-000 6183-11-29 [daft.

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The.Body.~stretching from the eyes

Abstract: With each of its limbs indivisible by the curvature of the whole planet, which pivots on the mighty sky-plane. Which stretches out to great firewalls and curdled milk streams, blasted out of consciousness, as we consume the plain-day.||Missions to work away with the intrepid.

Key terms. Pulse without heart. Loss of blood but a rise in pressure. Increases in pulse, rate to the indivisible. |Recollection of similar prepositions will over-cover, however, through minor and mirrored repetition. The interludes are where planes clear. like decimals at the end of factors. au a sky broken by the pulse

I.. ~the contend, lack of anything to find, in the shallow air, breaths so short that the stars bleed. Bleed without heart. Pules rapped, as the pressure streams away. Slliiel.... sly the night peaks up dust on the run, hidden from your lush gaze. Stone figures over the head. Pulses through the hummers, spleen foams. Stillillee.. alittle.. stiarek. ant-int\\come to pass even where i would think that the whatever leaps up from beyond the the haze light. looking back at the ground quickly the pulse drains from my head, the risen moon crestsover burnt hearts, with a looks back, without mysterz for the light warmth which slips from whatever cautions in the night, for any ever woke before the dusk. broke out to light the night candles. strips of pastel from the ground. The hovels, mirror cut through the doorway,. winces a little. for thrown flashing frowns from the heavy hush. pouring out from the striped walls, mimics, for the hushed whispers speaking out parle le oblique cave, shone without deposition. without the palaces which from the center consume the hearts core, ash mornings, still lite and burning the embers once to fold, cool and drop into the obsidian.. catching away at the jubilee.

II.. ~flickers, parched up for the libels which can conclude the way the configurement of speech, would arrange. many. the paths arch up across the sky.

Spintre fire rocketing to the abysses so, our hearts close around it, with their warm nectar drop.dripping soaking all ground it. Their in the center. Will begins to speak, away from the pulse, hands bound together rise above and crash, upon the sea. Marches to the depths, flotilla- movements chase upon the sky met to the death. Searz from the little bits parched through the rope. wide eyes. sip on the falling, dawn. let out the carps minimal for the dark. shouts ring out in the enbodied ride along flesh crushed with lite metal. high strung and blood shot, iz not the blood that is drawn down through the opora, that extends from the endless, vista.

III.. ~ the pass cross the lanes, the thick ice, bubbles with water and splintered petals. take the end bits of sorrow that rival in the outlands, blasts forth from our souls.well, i still remember the freezing rain pelts and benzodiazepines insufflated with the drops on the hair trickles along the purple wool fabric, seeps between the cracked wood dress shoe souls and the Harsh little wades, in the blood smeared walls.Revolts. In the entrying of the spirit. Brought to bare all holy lords watch over, the desolate, rot filled fields no longer cured for growth. the body runs, away cold air, presses the dnn waves, crashes slip forth. may god have mummers1 upon our solz. well little crashes forth slipped. 4 years on. And we still remeber nam. The future only holds the relentless bombardment of the coastal interior with puffs of le noir cloudz.milk-white sands revolve settle-less bent in the breathless air notes from the above ground hollies for the date. smears cross the deepscent stealing away in the broken flare. falling down upon the napkin. the morning came with a syrupy rose sentiment would only be such when the cool flesh stings. bit away from the feeble.

muers