night come, the insomniac persistence of tailored media within the confines of a respected agendas...
such edible swimwear and: floating ******... little girls, little, little, little girls, having hardly the stomach to attire either niqab or brothel...
Marienburg was originally grey-white and not deep-carrot saxon brick... and the brick glue wasn't egg-white but calcium... and after our leech-kissing i slapped myself in the face... because these little girls, are, but little girls... not worth the grit and ground pepper's worth of itchy-touchy... women always demanded the politics, while men: the "clinging" residue of aquaducts... schwarzkreuz zu leer... the niqab and donning sunglasses in the night... an instance: ćma... mottefänger... moth-catcher... a cloud to compensate a cauliflower, and regain status of pillow... heavy the head, to confine itself in plucked swan leverage... a death-imitating-toil... something: lost in attempts of being made revealing... little... little girls with no... whisk of concerns to have experienced a brothel... buchwurmscheiße... irritating flicker of a coal-mined wing in an agitated flust...
such a little girl... no daughter before the ***** and no... ***** to mind being a mother...
come, the pristine advent... and a scoop of the toothless arcade...
made flute from bone, and skim read blood in Barbican reiteration of... slush puppy condensed liver pâté... mawler-"loss"... a meat the tongue only knows, without a horizon of itchy ivory paragraph end, "concerns"...
little women... attempting to compensate a man's affair with an hour's worth of re-reading his body, against... her... 98.6 degrees Fahrenheit...
and what an allowance she gave... took to a stone, be as plainly excavated as a tabloid source of: compensating napkin, when taking a ****...
less, apparently, when *******, seeking a butcher's conern... to make a living seeking the dead, to make into mould.