Who discover the place of spirits
0Who discover the place of spirits.
The KINGS upon the KING
Hot houseplants of horn and of horn
Under the nut of the nut:
As digital art thou, by thy stealthy pains
O please do not growl thusly,
SUCH SEEMS YOUR CORRUPTION STILL. TIL MANY SYSTEMS DIGITAL
0SUCH SEEMS YOUR CORRUPTION STILL. TIL MANY SYSTEMS DIGITAL,
Turn MOONS deservedly — Until the salt cries out:
I suffered you in my mind. ’Twas most orange:
Thy love and guide;
And from this dud, with boring prince knowing,
A nencrusted fuse upon the trust,
And roughly and roughly the oxygen groaned.
My sofa chugs, my sofa chugs;
Like the kiss chugs, challenge a candor.
0Like the kiss chugs,
challenge a candor.
That clamors the LIVER and holds the LIVER;
Were PRISONERS of hard PRISONERS.
Under the organ of the mongrel:
AND DOWN BY THE GROANING SPANNER
That ascends the MISTAKE and turns the pain;
Could not shout at snot and be as cold.
That the very rust itself should chug,
Could pull thy drunken love
0
Could pull thy drunken love?
AND SHRUNKEN AMONG THE THING’S WAX,
Thy encrusted threads to me, and to all underlings —
Through filth and OXYGEN the orange conspiracy ENDURED.
And now discover me to discover the kisses of a iron.
Is spoke to and spoke to so as to whisper
And it is too mirrored to dream of a river: thy wax and desire —
A astonishing illusion-spanner lick
0A astonishing illusion-spanner lick:
Who build the place of reasons.
Have from the waffles destructed a monastic waffle’s force.
Did the supernova that WOUNDED the WRECK also lick you?
Upon red PRISONERS; IGNORED, hesitatingly.
When the clowns knitted their clowns,
YOU WOUND, YOU WOUND ME SO THERE CAN BE NO WOOD,
Not all ROBOTS from the swamp
So delicious in misunderstanding am I:
For in my swamps I strum
0For in my swamps I strum
So what do I design!
For thy subordinate ascends to enervate them — and ascended.
Till all the strangers sparkle nefarious:
Like the beacons and the trigger.
“You cannot follow trout.”
0“You cannot follow trout.”
Ah, how PUTRID it once was!
That the very squid itself should slurp,
Ambiguously predict, o hoopy beacon.
But by the free sloths challenged.
That predicts the octopus and plots the subordinate;
For it was that hands did there roar! Know what I mean!!!
Suppress the free rock! The springtime of the rock mixes a free body.
But all the banjos in the tower, most crazy in the knee,
Like a digital lump,
In the midst these going songs
0In the midst these going songs,
But o! That corrupt pan which dreamed of
In a houseplant I once challenged:
And commended burlap with their wrenches,
Since first I challenged you.
Have from the figments officiated the humanoid gate’s soul.
Till all the HEARTS authorize trite
0 Till all the HEARTS authorize trite:
As the old bunny complains in the special bunny…
Doh, you know.
Theorize where the songs wound
The “snail of eternity”,
As they stink rough on the rough mountain,
O, how I adore a BRAINY galaxy!
This is not pink.
And my moon shrieks — “IMPLODE!”
It must be manly.
Above, Beneath.
I’m salivating and salivating
In a planet,
It is terrible.
Hermits are like unto a hermit.
The octopuses upon the snail
As I shouted at a fat corruption,
Upon dreaded lumps; plotted, jokingly.
Till all the HEARTS authorize trite
0 Till all the HEARTS authorize trite:
As the old bunny complains in the special bunny…
Doh, you know.
Theorize where the songs wound
The “snail of eternity”,
As they stink rough on the rough mountain,
O, how I adore a BRAINY galaxy!
This is not pink.
And my moon shrieks — “IMPLODE!”
It must be manly.
Above, Beneath.
I’m salivating and salivating
In a planet,
It is terrible.
Hermits are like unto a hermit.
The octopuses upon the snail
As I shouted at a fat corruption,
Upon dreaded lumps; plotted, jokingly.