MAKI - AIGLE D OR

it is very well this place

since October since the last October the third of the month I think since that time for three months for three months and a week I m'chine elsewhere and the very long text has not advanced a bit not much probably Is it my velletic side that keeps playing tricks on me and the meanders of the very long text are frozen like a jelly along the walls of a glass jar and I vituperate against my ephemeral essays my frightfully velletic temperament and this an alabaster stain that is not mine as I would like it to be alabaster or ebony or otherwise even without a metaphor but at least that it has some outfit that my unrestrained face could suddenly pass for a cloth a stone a dream is in a way a painting to make table but this is not the case even this word alabaster thrown face thrown on the page at the top of the page this word disfigures me does not figure does not represent me do not figure anything that I I am what I think I am and I am still and always wary in doubt and this word brings no answer and therefore always I throw myself in the face these accusations as bottles not at sea but in the mouth yes I give myself shots of bottle shards scattered on the floor and my bloody cheeks finally whether or not metaphor that the word