Tenderness, as in do you up
All the meat to do the world. Tender.
A glass or knowing all.
A master watches muscles, not.
Cream, but also, in touch with little.
Those are full length. This which is sad.
Next best way to do this. One way, this.
All there is like these two.
Illustration. What is left there in showing kindness.
A baby’s so small. A blend is so sure.
Suppose you up in a little. Cut a birthday in blister brag.
Show sense, but from himself into another.
It neatly touch you up, people. Do you up.
A wind, many declarations. Chicken. Blow crumbling. Dinner yellow.
Rectangular enough choice of consideration.
The same, and the so. The remains. Shines.
Anything. They notice, so make the same thing.
This and don’t in, and that came from.
There is soft cotton cloth. It confuses.
There is white forward of a silly being. If you up, which is ruled bits.
This makes you know the order. The skin one, the.
Illustration. There is consumption.
Calmness, lets up if you do complicated.
Just enough cloth or wide soles walls of furniture.
Every day. An excuse basin so monstrous ordinarily.
They chew each day their loosen loosen.
Brains and circumstance and age. Ringer.
Composed with jGnoetry and the following source texts:
Gertrude Stein, Tender Buttons
Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching (tr. Ron Hogan)
Woods Hutchinson, The Child’s Day