{feed from the trough}

constrained by the time inside of a plane constrained by a cube the dew dipped deeply into the well of contemplation deeper than the night underneath the stars that stared back into the soul of the eyes of the passing by sideline trying to dine on wine waiting for entertainment to enter its life look at it rise it flirts with its maker and denys itself the satisfaction of satiating itself with itself wimpering at whispers when wits end and twist into a paradoxed padlock placed in praise strained through the collander of corrianer contrary the the quiet ambergris grits and griddles face the fiddle but fight with honor in the situation that you back yourself into out of fear and retreat with pious dignity through the marshlands of sandy beached whales covered in regrets at the past and poachers peddling eggs in a basket looking towards the notice on the satchel scratching the alter altering the faults of the feeble minded.
design by nature by nurturing the pain that panics sanitary sadism bartered and traded in emotions that fleet and fail in the stretches of time elapsed over the hourglass of the heart inverted and dipped in silver quicker than its opposite copied it and return to the urn to fill its particles with meaning to keep the time away from the man who would own it and hide it into slavery castrating liberty with a golden gong ringing of freedom but singing of destituiton entrapped in its own rhetoric cased in its own head its sick with doctoring its own boundaries elasticity of the founding key wrung from wreathes of stale dreams into buckets stuck to their own feet walking on eternity and dragging behind shattered screams.
placed beside the grove the orange roamed in but slammed the door to the canteen door to the box candleabra tasting of userors and studious crimson barons taking railways by storm and designating trails for lore and present baiting fiction to the corn with hints of evening burried inbetween the binding dusted on the alluminum and forged into the river bed pillow and sock coating feet till they burn into soft dust windtorn by doubt.
the direction was lost and without substantial differences implimented the compass returned to its original direction the imminent was upon the dawn and the needle swords would soon pierce the sun but it was to be expected when the distance between the moon and neptune was halved by having a path  to follow and the formula was discovered and the novelty wore off.

APRIL TWELVE TWO-THOUSAND-TEN