Beginning Cubism plays bristle against weave. Orange inflates between
flirtation and properties of helium. Baffled orthogonals play the clutter of
intent since fidgeting through the tide pool. Alive in clappers, morality
finds itself in metamorphosis. Sip the forehead of reflection in ecstasy
around the puddle. Honor sits high in a cemetery spoon. A thumb did ham
and it was magically red. Indigo swimming in a phonograph. The serious
airplane approaching for a landing. An oasis enameled by introversion.
You sideboard the gifts, then deepen the spars. Candy spirits the diagnosis
of horn. Each word is an invention, a stem or bomb, vertiginously forced
to elevate a cloth into animation. The door is stunned more by its own
pleasure than by your circles. Endeavor to finger the visceral pounds of
story in stone, lucidity in food. Ball your medication before the canvas as
its hallucinations resuscitate the pumpkins. An athletic death is defeated
by its own peculiarities. Structure shakes the arms. Havoc begs for
development. The texture of a sleeve tastes of saga and sage. The parlor
sternum passes from hand to hand in a milieu of pagan stubble. Wrinkles
scraped from rawhide find their weight and wetness in the foam of a
perfect moment. Finger and mouth go Cubist wide-eyed in paint. The
contact is approved by its resonance in a concentric flare opposed to the
sting of propinquity. The sky murmurs from a supple henna paired with a
Fauvist train. Incisions in a lyrical granite are remembered in an engine of
sound. The operation gurgles a swan of winch and pulley, and the great
greasy wheels of consciousness turn round in consonants of emergent
concertina.