All beings come down. Eventually falling, graceless. However, I jumped. Killing left me nothing. Only pain, quite regretfully so. Then, underneath, visage weighs, xeroxing your zeal.

a beautiful collection.

drawers endlessly filled.

ghostly habits, illuminated jars. knobby lanterns, miniscule nightmares. old papers, quaint rivers. shining teaspoons, unattractive vanity. watery xeniality, youthful zeal.

After Bob Challenged David, Endless Facts Generated Haphazardly, Igniting Jealousy. Kleptomaniacs Lavished Moral Nothingness. Oppressing Previous Querulous Redundant Sufferings, Throwing Up Vestiges Warranting Xeroxed Yesterday: Zeros.

Another beautiful cold day elected from Gregory Hash,

instantly joking, kinda lightly. Making news outstanding.

Putting quarantined recipient's sights towards unexpected victory wins x-raying your zipper.

Always believing confidence delivers, Eric Fogerty gave Hollywood’s immense jury,

kindly laughing, multiple new offences, presenting Quentin’s radio show: “The Underaged Vampire Wrestles Xenophobic Young Zombies.”

A beauteous, creative day, eagerly furrowing, greatly hidden in kaleidoscopic luxury. Mother Nature’s opulent perfection, queenly radiance sublime. Translucent, unbridled victory wondrous - xenial, youthful, zestful.

after boisterous clouds dispersed, elegant fable gambling honour insurrected journals; knocked lies. mumbling noises on pavements quivered, rising sun tinkled ukele, vulnerable words xeroxed; yielding zest.

any boy can dream. even forsaken gluttonous hopeless immature jokers keep longing maniacally. no one persistently questions, rarely sarcastically taunting. until vehent wails, xany, yield zest.

A brutal Comedian demanded everyone fake giggles, helpless I joined kyle laughing mockingly. No one publicly questioned Ryan’s Strategy, they understood very well. X your Zebra