Scary scarps of scarf rolled down the seamless shore, mirthful abet-like sponges from Eastern shrines timelessly vanishing along ongoing eons of flows.
Mutinies mutely mortified mouthly girls by way of elongated stabs enthralling entertainful travesties of buffoons; these bugaboos of meatly women enchantly sang sirene tunes to entrap greasy singers timely old-fashioned aside from all those cheeky chins as well.
When then and thence over than hence haughty hatchets capitulated beyond the fence of bulgy souls, alas, forgive your sins you sanest of the sanes – pigshit makers of the last wellthinker hordes – acquitted in the everpossible undueful amnesties.
And ending additions triumphally detected undercurrents of self felt flashing feelings, jovially transferred to oversized thoughtful widows, cooking caky cookies for the self trap of protruding mounty bellies, over there and here as well, anguishly the least.
For that blissful oh bee begetters bridging any exhausted imagination of yours if any; age has neared close by where any of us be stretched by joyous feelings flying over the shaky mists of heavenly lengths tonight…
Illustrazione: Flight | Giorgio Gobbi