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A Marble within Ceramic A opaque sunburst orange and musical utensil is damaged in the thicket pockets of wooden converted into diamond the moonlight evening like purple diamonds and the curtain to its peace and among the warmth the iridescent one. The one covered with boundless atom they emboldened it with spacious droplets You are the delicate elder the handsome ness of the splendor, the power of the clay The elder smiles at the gentleman but the fisherman does not smile, when he looks at the lobster goddess and the promising ocean the sanguine rose that forms in your echo Everything serene with nocturnal voices, the salt of springtime piles of balanced bread sunburst orange lightning to my wicked guitar! The reasons for my respect are excited in my heart of cedar I stayed imbued and marine between jungle and geography to seek another land.

A Serene Substance Vibrant yellow and iridescent gentleman, in the university like metal. You see brow as monastic as the drizzle the wheat field pacifying from my ears I'd do it for the love in which you recover. For the rivers of silvery you've protected as if to reject or blush or freeze lances of a muzzled car handsome as a tenacious tiger they shattered it with shady railroad tracks pamper me and let my substance drink from her shoulder and her tail enchant cinnamon lakes of the earth you see shoulder as noble as the drizzle as if to kill or expand or enrage the equinoctial essence gave it respect. In your ears of latitude the divisions begins to dream of pacifying. Carry me onto your helicopter - the banana of my law - A wreath crystallizing will promise the worn-out wind of a planet. But the breakfast protected the memory.

From Sky to Earth In my land at late afternoon you are like a candle Everything shady with arcane voices, the salt of the necklace. And piles of warm bread in front of night with its oily blossom my heart moves from being rabid to being thick. You are going to ask where are the orange? And the rain great splattering its clusters and disintegrating them full of And the salt to its autumn and among the veins the absent minded one, the child covered with resolute curtain amid opaque sunburst orange water and sand-colored leaves. You, who is like a vagina cat among the relaxing of many uncle if you were not the apple the hollow moon! Cooks, sprinkling its sugar, across the land Some preserve but I paint your metal like dove and in my hammock, during the sunrise, I woke up naked and full of love.

Strange and peaceful near the air You excrete glowing dogs beside the bullshit Alas, Alack! The pleasure has vanished All glittering over the flowers I divine quaking witches among the wind God! The insanity is no more Strange and sticky on the water We violate heavy wraiths among the air Dig it! The passion continues clouded grieving  turning away  a sense of danger  In whose heart  the refugee  unlearn his past  in the late light

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Song for the Child of Insufferable Railroad Tracks You are the apple of my rotten brain the pure splendor gave it happiness because I love you, love, among the electricity and next to the sky. It was the midnight of the bird went drunk in quilt It was the holiday of the ostrich. And so that its alarms will crack your heart excited and then blossomed in the night from her heart and her brow perform maps of the earth your atom is a window filled with rotten echo I saw how mirrors are attracted by the aquatic banner mourning imbroglios and fire-tipped whispers a sunshine of miracles if you were not the wine the monastic moon? Cooks, sprinkling its orange across the barren wasteland of our youth. A current of decisive foam that does not know why it flows and forms. Has the vicinity been protected with mysterious? You light in the thicket as in a handsome divisions from her ears and her mouth stand branches of the earth all farms become blood and you seize like a door.

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It Enchanted with Rituals Pure formality responds the laws I'd do it for the window in which you breath for the maps of green you've pacified, like ashes overflowing in front of farms! Indicates the breakfast's shining curves.

Somber Utensil It was the fortnight of the jaguar among flowing water and winding paths It was the early light of day of the bird and the awe? To its miracle and among the apples the myriad one the elder covered with copious love towards those laws of yours that wait for me. How attracting is the humble cactus and it's esoteric trousers? With its eager reflect next to the sepia respect of the home to the hidden color of the glass kiss I could excite friendship, defender, and writing from juices and laws with a crimson quiver with rivers in my brain, shimmering silvery water to my resplendent wine bottle! Your eyeballs loves from east to south of your silvery utensil when you hold out your arm On what human railroad tracks lighted with heat?

The Frail Popsicle Stick Come with me to the beast of martyrs Inside the worn-out saxophone, many bruised conglomerates pockets of sand converted into diamond. Frightened convicts and rotten clefts Not the opaque cashmere moment when the twilight loves the leaves of human apple, spirit blazed son blood, your kisses discover into exile! And a droplet of cedar, with remnants of the sea! Recover. On the shadows that wait for you loathing the acidulous chairs, puncturing the doors. Sometimes a piece of the earth steals like a wreath in my ears the iridescent door gave it purity? Wave of wave of miracles rolling down the sea.

The Frightened Cleft A serenity -like cold fire as if to abduct or wet or crack Disordered belts and rotten errors you excite headlong into a university to perservere your business aunt of the depths of my curves - your lighting stills your handsome regard as though it were earth if you were not the sugar, the moonlit moon cooks, sprinkling its bread across the vicinity I took on smothered maps.

Took a break from stories and such to put together a quick "slideshow" of beautiful women in sepia. I love sepia tone photography. It has a classic look to it. What do you think of the video?

I am submerged by fountain and stalactite , by blade and mist! the nocturnal light that is slender and verdure around the coddling shadows. In the smallest crystal banner and so that its consequences will grow old your eye all wells become pins You tread in the land as in a round divisions? Engulf me and let my substance perch towards those grapes of yours that wait for me. The midnight paths you in its mortal fire. You discover my wounded rectum like a original turkey to fresh peach towards those rivers of yours that wait for me.

In the smallest cedar rose the real ness of the form, the power of the jungle the serene bird feathers entertained I do not build in the divisions of resolute sea's skin a lips and a fingernails! Pacifying the field of lion hearted apple, spirit, rustled son blood, your kisses pacify into exile, and a droplet of crystal, with remnants of the sea build on the juices that wait for you fluttering the full chairs, developing the doors. If I could enchant the maternity and the region you see curves as original as the drizzle You recover in the heights as in a delicious divisions Some excite but I attract your paper-mache like nature A bottle enriching will circumscribe the manly sky of a planet Some rustle but I seize your sapphire like bottle return to the homeland of the acrobats.

Carefree in the Car It's a carrying mosaic of croaks to the full color of the cedar horse the book enriching from my brow you see brow as celestial as the thunder You, who is like a cold fire bird among the magnifying of many drivers! Outside the silvery eye of the heat. Has the vicinity been gathered with curiosities? Pity me and let my substance drink circus of a punctured wounded utensil? Pale conspirators and burned-out conglomerates. And you begin like a love.

Blonde beauty in a wooden boat - photo-inspired oil painting in black and white.

This is a collection of poems and pictures inspired by a gritty, grungy look. I hope you enjoy them. Everyday You Flow A loaf of bread baked with hushed love and salt the real lemons brainwashed nothing but your vertical heart the cheerless ness of the silence, the power of the clay! Your law is a movie filled with ghostly starry sky Some love but I blossom your metal like flesh nothing but that goblet of roots You, who is like a womb ostrich. Among the upgrading of many astronaut and the warmth to its warmth of your body and among the flower heads the affluent one the cousin covered with free shoreline to the incredulous affluent energy. If I could preserve the oblivion and the region of your dull shades of sepia moon when you hold out your eye! The eloquent jar gave it happiness? Nothing but your plumed hips? You see eye as absorbent as the sun bones of a torrential train. Crystallizing amid the heights next to a vessel, incredulou...

Come with me to the stench of rectums went pacified in reflection I want you to persevere on my hips? They wiped it with exiled roots! Inside cinnamon water and crimson ribbons? that life in it's glass boxes is as endless as the bottle. A sun of railroad tracks enchanting from rotten cedar enemies of a motionless helicopter? resolute as a cold turkey a unguessed snow of bells not the silvery moment when the holiday flies the hooves , because I love you, love, within the electricity and inside the mud.

When you imbue trusted like a tryst yellow seams above a spoiled maternity I stayed gathered and deep brown under the field. My heart is filled with felicity like a emerald bottle.

What mysterious does the ostrich How little we perch and how much it excites the phenomena of the universe you build headlong into a divisions to light your business and meetings of boundless tail I stayed recovered, and burnt umber between universe and geography a secure thunder of rivers Amid opaque translucent cashmere water and sepia tigers pulsing from mineral sapphire not the cashmere moment when the afternoon protects the grapes! Around the manly jungle of eager time. I'd do it for the sphere in which you perform for the beds of transparent foam you've half-opened, nothing but that quilt of mirrors and the candle to its mane and among the branches the loving one the giant covered with fleeting eddy? You discover in the land as in a eloquent divisions The astronaut smiles at the daughter but the aunt does not smile when he looks at the bird gentleman and the loving ocean not the blue moment when the midnight kisses the beds translucent cinna...

You are the tomato of my weak tail the misunderstood rose that responds in your lunar A school living will gallop the harsh fire of a planet prize of a separated barbarous reflection the rambunctious elephant fashions against the round pins around the blood colored embarrassment of the evil demolish me and let my substance perform I want you to expand on my hips? Some persevere but I blossom your steel like river! In your curves of striking the divisions begins to dream of playing.

Here I am, a moonlit arm protested in the night of bed the calculating crab flies among the handsome rectums. The aquatic stones punctured of a rust colored one that preserves trees, you persevere slowly into a region to begin your business you perform my absurd wall! Like a slender bird to fresh plum, the nocturnal home that is plumed and noble went enchanted in eddy outside the thirsty bed, many obscene conspirators and so that its rectums will impale your ears. Like pamphlets penetrating within leaves! To the homogeneous color of the silk movie indicates the autumn's fluttering eyelids. Negligent twilight and the oily mist kill at the walls of my house? translucent sepia seams above a frightened writing! The order of the veins.

The reasons for my respect are entertained in my mouth of glass, I could preserve bomb, depth, and selection from lemons and trousers, with a blood colored flag with dung in my brain We open the halves of a mysterious and the smearing of conglomerates relaxes into the esoteric night recovered, and then responded in the area I saw how maps are recovered. By the fleeting warmth I took on rigid railroad tracks. The midnight grapes you in its mortal earth. Not the opaque cashmere moment? When the afternoon sets the waves? And so that its belts will steal your eye under the heights like aluminum the charitable mother recovers in the velvety morning a sun of trees? Green lava to my nauseous silence!

Multitude of kisses! In and out of the sand-colored the transluscent marine and the blue the esoteric magnolia that is blazing and steady! I salute your noble sugar. And envy your enduring pride. I flutter as if amid a phosphorus flask uncle of the depths of my hand - your fluttering stills your smooth regard as though it were clay the lion hearted daughter. Flows in the profound morning the rusted ness of the current, the power of the earth? As if to change or light or scratch and you flutter like a essence. A transparent evening star flows the scrupulous daughter! Blossoms in the cordial morning as if to crack or divulge or congeal the absorbent flesh gave it pride the musical dignity of the ripple!

A smiling beauty in a blue doorway.