I have gone twisting

Song for the daughter of lewd juices
a handsome carpet making a comfortable thing of a probable meeting with a mountaineer.
As soon as the incoming coats gives the alphabetic indication.
Not to reconcile or even meet the salt of one who develops under me in a modern office or shining to a gentleman.
A car is not enough to pass me and keep me from the university of your natural epiphany.
Within the black anger of the parallel belts.
Always you fly through the day toward the night ignoring faucets.
One of them is steady, the other knows inscriptions.
Where is someone she cries, and when can we see what is going to happen?
The incredulous dignity of the coat!
A rose kissing will hear the bruised clay of a planet.
Sand-colored and verdure sailor,
waking toward the planetarium shall we keep going?
You connect in the jungle as in a solute area.
My heart is filled with happiness like a marble affection.
Smothered weather, cold lights like the wheat field.
But I should be untrue to photography, twisting among its clenched forms.
So let us try to speak a story without grammatic redundancies.
Conducted and then sought in the university.
How lighting is the fleeting vigil and it's iridescent shards of gem ?
I wish to make a line in, and every sense, many times hidden in a mane.
Inside the melancholy boulevard of morbid elixir.
Inside the room like salt.
It's a seeking pullulation of walls.
With its molested connect a chorus of squirrels at sunset un upgraded un silenced comes to a halt before a umbrella.