El Volga

05Jul11

It was august tomorrow and the cards had arrived. It all started in a town many towns from there and the roads hadn’t been born. So far the roads had the twinkly light that mother and great mothers in silence were. It was awkward not sad just redundant to mention the azul of the sea or the times.

She heralded the strings of a door in a triangle and we are here again bending one knee. Why will to arrive at this momento whom all days must pass and hang low. It was summer yet and it is always here and none here think to escape. Still nightmares retain cold looks at night and are repeatedly over chosen.

What happened to the visuals of this was concrete. It crisped and cupped and he was never arriving, that cards in the post made elation. And just the thought of cards in the post kept the bed in the house and the house on the earth, in the day at most, inferring life.

Town as no fixed work on horizon having effect of continual work. Work the word is underused and is creeping on to them like Cossacks. Spectacular gentles will cascade where the background can be like muted graphite. Such strings are created course with beadiness, fabricada ala lake-ocean.

To feel gravel and to feel such gold gravel, these luxuries where time stood still. The mind is the central glass. It is thin and deluxe like it wants to.  We are already laying a bare floor but stretched we are already a floor. She read that this and that is perfect and of space knows neither, how cranky!

Under dorsal of cards a courtyard pastime we fickle and move and distract. Being back and in on the shadow map was easy in the tempraduro real.  It cannot hold such seas to such eras such ears and inquisitive glance. Just a button though just a popper romp. To pop and restrain in this dive.

You cannot co ordinate nor talk your way down and out but it will arrive.  You is here and of course, you are sex. If you’d had something silverlined you’d refrigerate. They progressed to disregard such pom y prom y prom hair all halter kilter. It is forward to hold a buckle in a fist but when you cannot clench how will you keep?

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