Remembering horrific breathless pressures as of press on tigelle crackers and crusts.

With closed eyes. Abnormal pustules of paper in the brownish sky— they’re old acquaintances. Fairy Godmother appear and tell me the tales of life, the facts, or give me cutesy violet soaps. Ticked list Of numbers Of mother-of-pearl graces Of nightmares.

And so… let the little scene end now minuscule, inconclusive Soufflé Soufflé! Recurved noses, two shadows tell each other about love: pancakes of words and justifications of rare purity. Slow photosynthesis of darkness; We deny all sorts of lullabies.