Sunday, September 20, 2015
Abstract, or inexact tracts of vastness coalesce into black phosphorous. An excellent once as such like as lilac the lake ostensibly cubical and our boat afloat on a wave of happening. Syringa rings incongruous in this para-literary emerald spring and all the cunning while some sport of baroque vortices cavorts with postmodern abandon. By the arrangement of the difficulties and the given immaterial the verdant surfaces of a pastoral anamorphosis and the absence of same, no blame.
Wednesday, September 9, 2015
Various interpretations of delirium enacted with vegetable exuberance as each aspect of the muse osmoses. So much promise and then some, severally, specifically. The expression of the sequence uneasily lyrical albeit frequently eschatological. They dream of xenotextual exegesis. The disappearance of the green integer appears to be integral, if merely theoretical. That, in itself, irreparable.