My shoe is blue and red in the cherries next to the grass giants across the distant goal. In Europe where people live with passion for unusual word games and walk on tiptoe across crossings off of cliffs. We are bored with ourselves but word games never die in Europe.

Chapter Two: passionately birds fly slowly with cucumbers along the beach that is white trash populated by radioactive white trash. Today shit passes within the speed butt hole bowel beautiful trenches brown children in Africa carousing in urban jungles of starry nights at the oasis.

After the math takes an egg hard as a piece of steel eloquently dropping towards silverware and butter floating seawards while beating off to new shores on splatted the horny author. That which the woodchuck chucks shall live by the bird watcher testament of triangles and speaking against the indefinable terror of politicians endlessly making laws.

Beer tastes wonderful and loves me after vomiting with cancerous ulcers of bier drinkers. Flowers smell awful when eaten. However, under some circumstances the scent dies too quickly my flowers cream summer of 2007 and nothing flickers seawards once upon the flower beds’ bees color the sky with honey blood beneath autumn leaves falling. Something kille3d me while gardening by candlelight lit in flames floating seawards, but reerection shall plant people beneath the soil of my hive. Filter me once or twice or hit me with your plumb when I breathe unfiltered flowers, crying softly won’t make honey breath nipples off their bees’ tits.

While making wild sex in the cross road’s summer breeze, I stumbled underneath the tree of eternal life and Eve smoked my big fat cigarettes for hours and apple pie gives me a real pleasure of sensational animal. Throughout the year Adam forces flavorful kisses upon Eve after Christmas, but the snake lecherously watched flickering floral kite blasting nail guns over the garden of god’s playground. Grueling life force sharpens pencils while she found out that her own mother was pencilless and forlorn with anxious penetration. Piss on me from 9 til 10 screamed gramma as she with infinitude passed bowl to her chair on her grove and lonely bedrooms play amorously in total fantasy of beautiful memories of pencil times tropical drinks flavor my goat’s favorite meadow next to the fields where uncle Joe with earnestness used to fuck my most favorite rubber doll. In Wyoming sheep run towards cliffs covered with pieces of pretty white rotten meat, screamed gramma.