Romantic Adventures Already Dissolved
for Donatien Alphonse Francois

A very curious mechanical queen watches the fleshless perfection descend, reassured she turned black. A glasslike state of her faith. The source attached secrets of her beloved, more and more powerful since the temperature rise. The result however, it may be personal, is a silence misinterpreted. One would expect that on a standard of measurement. Maybe she doesn't know that roll-over machines pay special attention to danger the minute you get behind this beautiful illusion. The pleasure well chosen in six falling formations of hidden hope, suspended in space, remedied by the announced enthusiasm to which answered were desired. Feeling herself in his arms, in need of being pulled together by his momentary glassified fracture, she gave him her grace. Oh, there was no stopping now, being lionized at the time and ashamed of what had taken place. She was unable to see through the mode of transportation, disolved in a carefree veiled childhood, her physical state unchanged. Contrarily to what had been seen. Oh, she loved Paris in the springtime, not only as one eye does. Unhealthy conditions continued to follow as she left his mind, hidden in a green box. The surest way of attaining the chessboard at hand.

Vicki Wain