Tibia - bridgend

Описание: I'm Tibia, alright.
Saving time ends because any trees are overgrown with vines and moss ultraviolet.
In between peak pines all liquid rooter and colour would have been fun. Enterpriseless there is a purpose the result is restlessness.
Mirage lives of the fact is short pine of circles still alive, tweed lower string find in leaves so deep. Hydrate finger fluffy foam well texturising pine ignore needle leaf autumn post meridiem.
No more life without pine, try to understand.
Here feel dwell presence and now arrive home during many time after.
Valley or glen plaid pixel pines swimming in the blur of colours. Hitch a ride does not hitch at all. Process or set of rules to be followed in calculations or other problem-solving operations, especially by pine forest.
Basically algorhythm for division. Do the lost. Please, take it easy, sub zero emphasis synthesizer cymbals deeply, in the bright lightplay on pines till afternoon's. Pines everywhere then this is pine-forest. Alright. Cloverfield all leafs.
I shall. Mono rehearsal into an early dawn at year of hitch.
I running into the pine-needles at autumn time-zone, obviously. Would have listen to craterellus cornucopioides as brass band,
obviously.
Pines shadow in mirror of lake rares panorama at valley.
Wasn't cancelled due to adverse weather conditions.
Brook to the vein from a stream till a mountain, it sits by a piece forest of pine not move at autumn. Somewhere wish I was here all this time site when the days go by from weird lights and nothing happens.
Reading eyes to laugh great on quotes in my mind till nights.
Flashing, winking spherical lightning turn globe or orbitals. It's a pity that the pines is just a forest ornaments. They are alright?
Frosted swirling pine as raw paint sticky do not move, anyway pushing that stopping button before landing to middle of the valley. Choose the red capsule or the blue one or neither or both. Choose the green one underneath pines.
Around surround. Surrounding the round.
Will sunrise at west and sunset at east, everything changed, near the hour.
Myth in fiction person who changes for periods of time into a pine, typically when there is a crescent moon and star, no cloud, no mist, just pure sky & silent eternity
till sunrise.
Fatty deep sub dub frequency globe orbed humming cylinder sound/noise.
Counterclockwise. Great once upon find. Alright, still alive under one's breath. Tree to tree or hour to hour, day by today to morrow.
Nightshade pine it's autumn still not winter looks like ash and whitening colour but as old hair as spider nets remain from summer as heritage but coming so thank everyone for all travel on the hill, indeed to any diractions and distances is fantastic.
It is brighter more pine, pure nature madness to do sometimes walk in to the circus of pinewood would have been.
Aftermath of river floats perfectly under essential funnel trumpet as wide open airtight isolated mushroom. Paused at a loss for melody as live but silent singular means one song. Sounded in a quiet voice as if not to be overheard it will not be loud if softly as final tor somewhere.
Disruptor if ticking clock and disruptor if ticking eyes into an empty heart of radio olde one with full EL type tubes.
Quite and quiet meditative day by day. Repression by repression.
Particular the required for remaining time suitable or appropriate.
Hey maybe an artist needs the proper tools but particular for me if I'm on my road to.
It is no wonder. The robot is a satan pike.
No, Poirot is like Colombo same happy final the stake. Extra ordinary freedom leave leaf freestyle own type of noise. Athletic tibia.
No more compeTITIon for me I do not really care 'cause I think is art not maths not casino capitalism and not grand prix race, anymore, I think again but it is not too objective become it was a business all the time, some says: perm or devon age in dorset. Basically, no, I don't knew. Lost the time and senses.
Respectively, nature is the miracle or wonderful as it changes and remains.
Representative repression at all levels. Unfortunately. Poke fun at anybody who still send trash to the space. Do the earth keep. The landscape keepers sits by definitely till end around mushroom and do not move. Just watching the flame above heads.
This time the most beautiful it is not surprising since I waited and we waited for this season we all did. Your head a splodge just till weekend show. Worth these elapsed days spended in good mood.
Satin sunburst auburn rusty,
thirsty white mouth to bluish mind effectiveness do all gone or almost
ready steady go.
That maybe you can remember it later like this sticky seconds, strange hours, weird day by today. Inapprop till dawn if you are a robot, going higher or should be falling in to the right black hole. Must done. Do it
you've skills, hopes & no more patience. Here I go again. I can't see my city
moved in the underground channel.
Pls go down real characteristic.
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