This text might as well have a title
The story of golden beetle. specified miracles that do,
to be caught, peeled from the opalescent
armor, this – put on a prosthesis of the eye
(a small falseness is necessary,
to make the magic work: visitors wanting to know
Everything about us and more, they took the bait,
they were meekly led into the wilderness).
Why? To see, in an artificial knob
light blackberries grew, booming
Eden tree. so you can see
his character in the halol (aureole?) shell,
Look, it's like a mirror in a ficusius.
– and watch yourself sitting on the cloud,
in pierced roses saturno.
And now I'm putting the legend in motion,
I'm cutting her loose. And let it run forward,
Self-paste, collides with others.
Let the raven bite her to death.
I heard he brought half a loaf all day.
bread for St Paul's first hermit
(or another mess that needed to be
To feed due to the fact that he was besides much of a hound,
To get a parrot,
let the movie fairy tales get into her,
animated serials, staff with Mrs. Freł
screamingRevelation!`.
I'm throwing a legend at others,
They're going to get into it.
Maybe he'll die completely blind.
