Houses invade the loneliest and darkest places

 Dirty metaphors not fit for reading

Parallel morphology. Group too. It matters when you take flight. Separated the flight. Many even current now of this air. Four-order tiramisu of strict exchange classes for the parasitic palate in the strictest sense. Excessive aridity the souls are missing. The pain is plenty. Abounds. Disgusting. It smells bad. Creak. Crunchy crust. It screeches, rubbing its hunger on itself. This fast advances before the threat of its disappearance, attentive to any dubious presence. The houses invade the loneliest and darkest places when the night falls in the thick cushion of silence.

Autobiographies. Write en miroir. Palimpseste sur painting. Mirror Sub-Irrealism. Random intratextuality.