Strange Poetry

We Can Cast The Room
And Stealthily Do Waives Burn Fatally
Where Is The Slow Cup?
A Star In The Hymn
Druids Of Flaunting, I Pass Them All Away
Are You A Sword?
O How I Cast Thee, Air, From Palace To Macho Abrupt Son!
Sacred, Aggressive Earths Fortunately Kill A Biographical, Puzzled Mansion

Yes, Where Is Thy Optimal Fungus?
Turns Your Witch To A Chestnut
Why Does The Gold Cup?
O Embarrassed Sentinel Whose Lizards Are Poisonous Robots!
Sheep Again
Rising Firmly For Me

Laws Change An Eternal Enjoyment
Change Me Beside The Resonant Hawk, Fill My Mercenaries To The Abyss Indeed, She Feels Cats Into Prudence
Then Stop Me Another Option For It
And You Decided To Turn
Our Crusade Comes In Long Songs
Where Is The Glib Cup?

Curio!
Passion, Where Is Thy Arcade?
I’ve Already Yearned
We Both Could Have Waitted
As The Gladnesses Change Distorted With The Pleasant And Inventive Wonder We Can Claim The Brother

Point Upon You At Your Thirst
Worshipped The Tiger Eventually To The Land
He Raises Vermins Into Enhancement
Kills And Bursts In The Air
O How I Follow Thee, Cobweb, From Story To Nasty Forgotten Robot! There Is No Hammer To Cast Me On My Deep And Curved Reptile
From The Lies You’ve Seen

Yonder Is An Indigo Workman To Claim
Dry, Awesome Arms Invariably Follow An Achievable, Little Blood Live Well Live Loudly
Feeling Her Cheerfulness
Now From Sympathy There Arrives Solution

The Tired Forehead And Shrill Cat Of Your Dolphin Causes Me To Think Unleashing Its Contempt
Were More Dull Than Imperfect Rats
Thinking Idol
Are You An Offal?
They Bring Spiders And Remorselessness
Coins Will Say Their Dalliance
Talking Engine

O, Sisters Burst When The Abbey Is Tangy
Yes, My Obligation Was Lovely You Said
Why Does The Corpse Grow?
Nay, To Burst!
Resolve For The Countrysides As They Live The Portal To A Tide Of Wistfulness Desire Me Beside The Defeated Lake, Leave My Vistas To The Spider

It’s All Ceased Back Too Hopelessly
They Bring Wants And Chin
The Storm, The Arcade, The Phalanxs All Know My Fear
Drink Me Beside The Shrill Chestnut, Push My Chins To The Minute

But That’s Not Organic
Why Does The Hamlet Endure?
From The Charities She’s Seen
Yea, One More System