Elizondianas
As I sign forms just glimpse the words trembling larval stage on the table, preparing to fly his epiphanic assumption. Write in here the first attempt, lost between sleep and wakefulness, scrawled intangible entity owned by vaginal sizzling nude ghost in the void, where a concentrated force are ovoid, oblique anxiety over the pupil burst ontological being (the fin) in empty silence uncertainty ember parent finger down to the concrete, the flesh defenseless and unaware they expect it-s-Eden. Amorphous
yet, see how to define the symbol structure that mediates between the mind and space: concatenating phonemes amalgam of each other. Then, this shy childish syntax withstand the assaults of the eyelid suspended from insomnia modernized reinterpretation totemic insane low mercury fluorescent gravitating, who will decide the rest of the stem on the table or thrown into the basket oblivion.
II
apoplectic and not the empty feeling, passion, Pessoa, say. But, I think, from my perspective sighted: the structure giving coherence to the floor, the bustle of the syllable phonetic bursting in white or pale snail silent.
As I sign forms just glimpse the words trembling larval stage on the table, preparing to fly his epiphanic assumption. Write in here the first attempt, lost between sleep and wakefulness, scrawled intangible entity owned by vaginal sizzling nude ghost in the void, where a concentrated force are ovoid, oblique anxiety over the pupil burst ontological being (the fin) in empty silence uncertainty ember parent finger down to the concrete, the flesh defenseless and unaware they expect it-s-Eden. Amorphous
yet, see how to define the symbol structure that mediates between the mind and space: concatenating phonemes amalgam of each other. Then, this shy childish syntax withstand the assaults of the eyelid suspended from insomnia modernized reinterpretation totemic insane low mercury fluorescent gravitating, who will decide the rest of the stem on the table or thrown into the basket oblivion.
II
apoplectic and not the empty feeling, passion, Pessoa, say. But, I think, from my perspective sighted: the structure giving coherence to the floor, the bustle of the syllable phonetic bursting in white or pale snail silent.
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