The Eve II -before dawn (so far)
2005.06.03 23:36

When the flowers submerged deep into being which exists in dried up hairs of head brought about the praise of light for us with noisy crowdsTo the houses of daughters who have had various spores on their bodiesFootsteps of young workers who make an offer for help
Several feelings of touch by Gods in heaven that approve such everythingIn short pigs love a treePraise songs for Christmas whips these badly And again the skins of our hands fell into being I tried to laugh at
With some reason or other it seems to look white for meWomen's bosoms laughing at the lightIn front of me, without time to breathe Cats go up
In sequence a car begins to moveWhen the donkies that feed smoke and live in the mist on the road with harsh trees as if they are dried ink in the penBecause that brought the biggest relish for me, in consequence women eat worms in their houses
It's like an odour under the armpitThen the lights in the houses are put off The reason black colour makes yellow colour be conspicuous isSeems a cobra beside the hedge is licking my hands Trees are green
Why here is a road before a railway stationPeople take such as these living feet to the tower It's easy though of women to be pregnant in the book's numerous pagesBeing unable to recover from tiredness When I drank up...
When I drank up the canned mineral there soon I find the shape that has been openning the universeIron chains build the gate a bunch of angels are come off their wingsAlong with me are an eye of a woman and the piece of her legs bully meWere I not told I knowFor iron to start eating from papers a bunch of leathers are destroying a scale a footstep in Amazon is always the first
The bullets from the helicopterAlways I pretend to see them when I eat clamsDream of rhino in the water of the river that bears fatigue starts giving off the light soon When I know their eyes I dance and break their cornsThat the breathing of Hercules spreads a piece of papers from the darkness of the universe from ancient times to nowIt means adversary by the Devil against God the sound of typewriter my eyes that imagine from various forms of women tomorrow
Soon the morning comesSpin makes the use of colour pencils the drops of the eyes flow never forgive itThe world of geology is closed women's eyes opened the everything adorned the eyes seems to know in their feet
But the day I saw armadilo in my dreamIt seems I am about to know the lactose like camels that means a womanSo it seems as if it were like a magicInquery bears various naughty deedsDandy murmering seems to have the road that want the slopeThe grasp of story makes the development of mountains easier, the pond that see it has been losing its waterA flock of birds...