meaningless shape

we got crucifix pasted on here. we've got everything you need to free form the displacement. we've agreed on three tales of sovereign powers, however enriching they may be, this is where we can hear the ocean burn at our doorsteps, you open and feel the richness, the complete terror. tomorrow throw yourself into the lobotomy windmill feel the dilapidated space walk. it breathes and extentuates. before you leap knowledge forms christmas light string cake walk. its easy now you imagine because the water is warmer and free of menacing bacteria and/or placebo hangovers. wandering mess of a man the irate televangelist gathers his hypocritical nonsense rhymes and begs-on his knees-begging for his life- to see life as we see it and to analyze no more-to beckon to the housewives that all is clear-to teach the children of ocean in a shell-or can-he raises his eyebrows as to wince but the tearing heat and the tripping amnesia treat the wound as low tide. the rocks mean to call you to show you the image-enraged you set off for the tip of the ice burg, underneath lie the secrets and encoded messages-the other 5/8's or 2/3's. broken mind blender heeds none to the corrupted synthesis-greetings and magistrates-horrendous infamy-the trees shriek nothing and the grass heaves. the courage is lifted and the freedom centers collapse in misuse. the striped table cloth-space lantern-burned as a heretic. the recycled telethon and the indestructible wreathes. the desert wanderer and the mountain preacher speak of isaac and his wonderful caper-the nameless tale of the father and the father. further unreachable is the pillar of hampered attempts and failed trials. here the statute is the impregnable beucracracy-the refund blown by gust-the cheap landowner and the great state of texas sitting closer than usual see the overall spite in the laughter. quickly they reach the barn and the sarcasm leaps thru their faces and apnea ensues. no one will escape. isn't it the answer you were looking for? turning housewarming gifts over to the overarm anarchist. what a treacherous cycle, what a meaningless shape.