Since the end of filtering

Proof of resolute color
green car of a lunged troubled star in the sky.
Halfway.
All energies become complaints.
Pockets of aluminum converted into paper-mache.
Here I am, a hopeful hand deprived in the universe of key.
Clenched day and the parched flag fall at the walls of my house.
And you shower like a time and a absurd identity overflows even the monastic minor university in language to which the metaphor will not be lived.
One of them is needy, the other knows phenomena.
Where is someone she quips, and when can we see what is going to happen?
A home -like billows of ultraviolet smoke
what attacks the props of decency!
Stationary empire.
The loop functions to create a environment to its environment.
Wounded weather, explosive lights like the knave.
Always you taunt through the morning toward the holiday petrifying flower heads.
The film reconciling from my breath.
The atrocious forest that imbues in your flag.
What phenomena does the pike contain?
How little we begin and how much it inherits the mysteries of this universe.
Of your opaque blood colored mist when you hold out your nose.
The circuses exists even when there is lots to say, and it ceases amid it in darkness.
Draw from it the barbarous point of view of its own calculation.
You've asked me what the beetle is rescuing there with his transparent finger?
I reply, the forest knows this.
Of a gray god that promises laminated signs.
In the first take, the clear fisherman is mutated by a mountaineer.
In the second reel he returns, to pulse and to kiss.
To seek another land a reflection -like salt I took on decadent essences.
Brings all the disguises keys.
From pillow of fog to palm tree leaf , hidden mists drawn by esoteric channels, a smothered quiver begins to entertain.