jewel's at the sea floor with timming hands of waterplants and memories that quickly grasp ain't no fret arrest i gasp out with no sound
blisters in eye-lash and sunbeams
pressure under foam does not belong to foe. bomb killed a bomb in an air while they flew from the trapdoors to coast by alie. hatchet on a hat got a slash but no one noticed slicky whoop that glanced on a jet and made among those in kiffens a tremblence in their bones
enenevening
crimson light on even horizon line unbossomed sky to pennetrate, so crincly face ignores light and changes to subaqueous. It's getting older