milanese so was open over on a namewise dole, wore holes in ore,
her enamel adipocyte.   colored if elaborately tolerated.   on
isodynamic genesis an exegete waxes emotively, tired alone gives up

i resonate like pale tomes (on one side to his or in a bed),
i became sad.   i lured it above my lid, ate his omelet, i ravaged it. it
is one like sun a lit avenum.   ubu wore red, a june raven into japan.

the stance that went into this artword wants to tautologize, not
terrorize.   it hurtles television outwards into different contexts
towards acceptance without exceptions, accusatory twists, attenuated
teaparty aesthetics, etherial athletic torrents alterior/anterior motives.  
lightly floating with circumstance, it epitomizes the conflicts between
these two typically thin literatures.