Taoi Chanan Poet I do not know?

The Combustion of Clapping Custard Covers Carpets

A fragrant vagrant isn't a bad thing it is wise to fill a dolly bag with silver coins. Drooping dressing doopy doggy draperies draped. Cabal cable carnage. How not so idyllic. And a two ton carriage of bees could never really do the twisting dance at a disco. Such is the heavyweight marathon. Stomp swim. Stomp stamp. Wow. Naivety varies amongst tidally adjusted soldier fauna. And be very wary of verification in a smoking tent. Tuna bubbles in a sandstone kebab. The all knowing grape warbles a systematic song of carbon brushes. Oh how the cushion swings with delight. An opposite apothecary of courteous van's. Archaically archived histories are unjustified in tones but mutational racks of fleas can form fresh ground and a format is neither a rock or a deity so therefore skip over fifty nine petals with agility. Erotically placed erosion of a salad dish with slippery large leaf legs. Hahahaha. Dreamy dandelions dangling doves. Clapping custard covering carpets. Xxxx combustion xxxx hahah xxxx

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Walter Alter March 2, 2016 at 5:27 PM Utter dancing delight. I would love to see just the teensiest bit of narrative or idea continuity creep into your work. There must be a point of view from which you operate and to which you can harness these delightful wild horses. Taoi Chanan March 8, 2016 at 2:08 AM Thanks for comment. Wild horses don't wear harnesses lol. ))