Baking The Cake In Kenstar

james joyce - ulysses

sylvan shadows floating silently crossed morning peace from

top of the ladder towards the sea where he kept his gaze fixed. On

beach and more off white in the body of water by foot riot

hurried from light shoes. White breast of dark sea. Vocabulary parallel

two by two. Hand plucks the strings of the harp joining agreements

parallel. Biancondose paired words flickering on the dark tide.

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Vacuum certainly incumbent upon all who weave the wind [...]

Chest Infection Time Off

magnet smoke

Boredom and restlessness. ;
Magnet smoke, no smell of smoke which protects the eyes. Smoke without smell that permeates of those looks, take everything and leave no fingerprints labile sell it. Hides in the bitter light smoky eyes and concrete grasp vapors unreal. Boredom and restlessness immortalized in the same looks without wanting to ask and disperse at the first breath wind.
Magnet magnet smoke and the smoke of other voices that you hear but not see. As a reminder of the sirens that intoxicates the soul of the other sirens. Why do you smoke has lifted eyes.
Boredom and restlessness and looks. Who want to dissolve all the other eyes. Boredom and anxiety and anger that you can not feel you can not see your own eyes without thinking of others.