Clouds of Garbage Cans Suspended in Mid-Air

Pastar dwell through toungs

Will Faber — Thu, 05 Jun 2008 04:34:23 +0000

Delivery of scopeful and fishing, ringing hands on sight- this afther that. Full branches, scented and drafted - Orange legged.

Dig between the birds.

Will Faber — Tue, 03 Jun 2008 23:41:38 +0000

Strike flowing between personas.

Tailor and flowering waxman on side full covered for the reflection. Wayne swinging it and gathering loads to be brought to black harbor.

Band Phantom Hips

Will Faber — Tue, 03 Jun 2008 19:33:00 +0000

Rake favored by the following route. Arms aside it is mightful towards bricks stacked on planks of poppy.

Shipping Claim Patterns

Will Faber — Tue, 03 Jun 2008 19:13:14 +0000

Back Tintype Seeds . Hairy may hairy twine ever. The birds and the fish taking in hollow hollow, flipping more berries, and regarding the rising positions.

Catching For Hills and Lights

Will Faber — Tue, 03 Jun 2008 17:48:13 +0000

Might that it turn. Latin construction- forthcoming the wind takes up. “Pivoting above the parapet and kick how your legs your.”

Times rather than

Will Faber — Mon, 19 May 2008 05:28:19 +0000

Then there faith, treasure, and rememberance easy to see. Personally, plausibly maintained- and perhaps boldly asserted. Represent and turn- represent on inspection.

Favorably it starts

Will Faber — Thu, 24 Apr 2008 17:28:50 +0000

Harmony twice the airbill, the gesture of turning predictions. Still it feeds and twists from the flowering limb. Floating briefly and there are many things surrounding the float to grab hold of, if so done- and that do spin.

Will Faber — Sun, 30 Mar 2008 17:47:28 +0000

The new flowerets running up. In between, frankly and side to side. William’s – he says, “the dress,” loose it and quite so.

Even when at its utmost and urmost

Will Faber — Sun, 30 Mar 2008 09:42:24 +0000

Kicking up dust, out of bed lyrically shakes and shakes. Strings of light, the major sight in the region. Criss-cross glassy folowing lines stitched of latitudes. Shortly, shortly. smooth globes in hand.

Will Faber — Thu, 13 Mar 2008 07:27:39 +0000

Like Something in Love time. Singing and singing again. But rather that twisting it bends only a few times. How it moves bit by bite and bread by bend. Whether tunes at toes knows hips at lips.