I just fell into this strange nakedness, I find more skin outside than my red nudes. Since there were only some hideous birds left flying in circles, and the reflection that using a machete rather than a paintbrush was a bad idea. You have tried to paint a picture with 999 pelicans insulting each other and pretending to fly in all directions. I live in temporary houses on the beach. Modestly, I can spend hours looking at the plankton that has regurgitated the sea, on the sand and crush crabs. This time of year is their hated migration. They number in the billions crossing the avenues and sidewalks and infecting the asphalt with their orange color. Yes, they have distorted the asphalt.

A madman should not be mad if his madness is to dream. At least that was written on some tombstone. I disagree with some concepts. Nudity is good. It takes you by surprise, but after the conventional five minutes everything flows naturally. I've been called dark. I had that one coming. I've been called untalented. I also accept it as long as the knife comes out of your bag and can be used in a plastic bag. It is necessary to eat. Not so much painting. I can still use these colors as the metamorphosis of a nasty insect. The strokes don't take me out of my comfort zone, which isn't all that good considering it's 12:07 a.m. I can write verses. Hate. Marry the muse of erotic poetry. And even measure at odd times the sound waves produced by these pelicans that dive to fish. Desperation causes our facial muscles to fail us. As would be your smile. I tell you. I've gone down to the basement. This fat fool is still breathing.

The stench was unbearable. Flies had created their nest in that realm. The shadow was their abode. The skin was purplish. There were more cuts on his skin than you described. On occasion he was able to cough. To shoo away a little of the flies that formed a dense rain cape. The potatoes were a putrid, nauseating lab fluid.

Under the table I found strange traces. The cat was pressed against you. It's possible he scratched your face. Did you try to cut him into pieces? Did you go out to sell bottles to eat? Or are you with those idiots you turned down at some party?
Hopefully no sex, nudity, drugs and rock and roll.
I've been thinking about outdoor sex - are you sure you can't have it in the snow? Have you seen how these kids bathe in frozen lakes? I found old Midas' shoe. Is it missing?
I can dredge the whole river and collect every bottle. Make the perishable enlighten me. Let's take the boat. We have coins. This petty boatman, dealer in souls. He just needs coins. Have you seen the sea? My children have not. So I'll show you what's simple. I can show you a gun. But I should shoot. Maybe force you into existence.