Agony in pores lit my palm, jinx of hurt vapours, my soul is a stunt of dr Moro's experiment, I salivate in portions of devoted arms, I hurt, I pray, I dance and I vain. Indicative weeps of warts of love. Algas of experience to food of grove stitches.

Purification scavenging lump of a Dead end sea, Ocean is sleeping down there, Wearing sand wings pollen has caged spark, One synchronised tilt of love, Pointy finger wearing moss, Arvo of sunrise in Austria, Locomotive murmur rippin dance of a pointy finger and the sand, Sand has scrolled down to the end of a Dead end sea.

--Glittering wounds of syllable thorns, Through the veins of snow pervasive, Lucidity of eternity analysis. Where breath turns to immersion, Of Verse dispersion, Through water and ice, To landscape with mice, Torture of born solute in a soul of frowns, In my pupil suspension, Verse dispersion. Battle for massive stones, Stones of imaginary foams. --

Humble shadow of durable sun, Within prize of dull affair, Between hale of scorn and tears of Crickets. Dormant naught of wishes. Dreams of dust. Pupils on a scaffold skin.

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Wild Pallete: Hi All
how to begin a blog for the first time... t...: Hi All how to begin a blog for the first time... this has taxed my thinking after my son announced he had set up a blog for me. He was kind...

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LwGLE7VwV68 My first video clip about capturing a movement between objects of art to perceive imaginary.

Colour vision howling-colour vision oowling-colour vision -- foreign mission-platonic-mission-mission--in home-liaison--summit in an arm of beauty-howling-howling-howling-aiming to grid-a surface hug--howling-howling--aiming to grid-a narrow gut--aiming-----howling. When the rose becomes a stub-and stings cross the arms-of sadness-and-liaison--we turn to spiders-for exquisite naughts-that grow inwards. Do not cry if it stains-do not cry if it stays-o not cry if it invades.