Siena: To No Surprises

The fences surrounding a garden are not necessarily existing to keep who's inside but commonly to prevent any of whom is not. The massively alcoholic lego pieces protecting the sick protocols playing geometric perfection. Even if, could some imperfections living to their flaws create a tone of a material they are not made of? As a man acting some Hemingway to save a 1919 scene where the back story of a farm is only a historic event of which existing; so would you care for less detail?

Cuba, feeling warmth but the Philippines as a cool painting of some blue nonsense as for the brush, a crazy rushing hand, and for the naïve eyes, a mastermind of how argumentative. Speaking of hanging colors, a green of which dark woody―a mountain or perhaps a volcano with some icy coverage for the glazing part. The windmills conquering Florida with some pink flamingos. About the east lands, a clear red over a copied blue; perhaps a mistake for a brush, but seems like connecting states. Next show, a museum that seems tiring but a location of which history locates. The palette went through, colorful constructions flowing on oceans with punch of falling skies to whom it's for.

She knows, a real shrink for the PTSD chemical bombs filling the trenches of supremacy that every great is great for whom they are but nobody gets a whole apple pie after all, or do you? They ain't fly as for the confidence, but rather enjoy the little things that perhaps, they ask them to fly and they refuse—frankly, a bird coming closer to life, is so keen on riding the waves, but when they do, it rejects the obeying past and prefers to stay with a friend, or perhaps, someone they have always asked to have but it's not about the sense of what makes it so happy, because I guess it's more about what do we value, and to no surprises—I value you the most, whoever you are, friend.