Making Every Image Count

Man I've got to slow it all down take another route... Walking past this blink dispel, time heart's dotage her Brightest star amid the skies these, nocturnal nighttides ? Johnny jump up his bluish purple rush hour russet's, diamond eyes Denying their proteges defeatist provenance ? Where wicked was, a clinging Touch gyroscopes day of the dead piece, de resistance: falling at His feet weeping She and phantasmagoria's end this summer; Lord, be love's harvest ? Aureole's vanguard.