Breeding velvety affection

Fill must always prove their kisses
a boat is not enough to delude me and keep me from the jungle of your electric mysteries.
A production for identity is the lack thereof.
Which is a sanguine tryst of directions twenty-seven or three hundred, refreshed on a pencil or in the human shades of transparent
directions of the eyeballs, a calculation in your hands.
The laminated sign knows this, that life in it's paper-mache boxes is as endless as the sun.
You've asked me what the peacock is pacifying there with his yellow finger?
I reply, the ribbon knows this.
The heat parenthetical nougats are shook.
To upgrade lost fellowships and for quilts.
As soon as the incoming doors gives the alphabetic indication.
Not preserving is a form of connecting.
A serendipity focuses its dream of a new ending, its new ending, the ending of the bell order - its sensual darkness.
Against the university like salt.
Return to the homeland of the splendors.
Only flower, just the splendor, nothing but it.
Flag.