Endeavoring with paint

-in proportion to the paint with embossing of resolution a netted catch of oceans calming impulsion generates a mismatch to surf for fathoms of enacting pounds per pressure for the captured releasing harnessed impression lowers the expectation in a soluble assault on a contorting frame of a emerging unrelented expression to redefine any lack of replacing the imploring latch to exhale and resist to mend the bending curb of non-formal juxtaposition of a emptying catch-

Embossing: In minor repair for a costly soft pang of permanence, the love of my scaring hold, was with the never restate your gifted menu. The maelstrom in patter place of orange whiskey, dealing coffee and the singeing air a chocolate ordinance, reminding to well the wished, and not to bless of them in a restoration.

As my department, a belong to measure out success in posting my paint of if I were only meant to join in the artist, love to the rehearsed page, in her beauty. Friending the talent that tell you I have, though b ‘ll essed to enjoy the spoils of covering to a renowned autonomy.

Polarbean a captive a surrender either or either, this new found be adorable; the artists anthology of painted strokes has derailed what should be considered a theatrical spill, instead a ambient droll of painted canvas, awkwardly secures the heart. No recommendations needed, as fittingly I pseudonym you keeper of all things ripe with a vibrance: a “Polarbean”

To this is has vocal point in dementia; I am to be related with this, at the moments impact. Saddening to them, they know me. You’ll never be like because I’m one of them, please remember my update status, you don’t, well remember all those returning friends? I said you had one, and lied, lost them through dementia, remember? You don’t like to have my frail memories, fondness is abbreviated to this painting and I have no responsibility for you…….painting titled ‘Stop leaving me’.

Having no claim whatsoever of belonging to the artisans that preform magic with their canvases. I duly respect those who are attuned to painting; resorting to this digested medium, has resolved an incomplete to a artistic karma of mine. To include the with profitable, outcome in retrieving compensation for a trade of my art that is not employment. It is said that a work place you enjoy at heart, provides for a healthier soul. Review of my endeavors criticality, and before age, a compensated ego, over the years has evaporate into a respect, of healthy composition. My painting has the hallmark, of a maddening soul, and as unavailing as it is to reduce my image to anything but abstract: receiving a soothing familiarity, that doesn’t apply to my other artistic endeavors.

Without any trend your a recognized impostor; gallantry or both a feature them defeat. To incision from a cubism, over laps a dynamically resolve, by colour unharmed. Cupid’s fingers fret where those whom fret a pot black a penultimate disaster. Motor cognitive excrement, pauses cause you quantum of remembering the start not to the cause. Histories abode switch tethering a defeat or postulate on love sky and five fingers; one plus another arm gives to you composition, them a moral.

Plain’s a grace in unearthly salty measures; cannot survive, among infomercials, resisting obvious blows of degradation those words allowed fodder to each another.

Bitter sweetly having the goal or logic to have met the needs for another: tossing in a few watery adjectives; such the antidote to your ever exacerbated look: the power of words, when they delve with the over enhanced form of demeanor and or gesticulation provided through a practiced, adornment to a indelible confrontation. A very scared, composure is adrift to returning logic, my fuel to those words of hunger you give with desire.

Rosary me at home, in between thoughts of the old staple. Three word’s you rewrote in a naming, careless if morally migrate intermittently past all those I stare. Reject evenly into I were bias, the just’s and those got’s the telling you lies, i what could be a make, though in your sake, infamy makes you my famously a dewdrop melancholy.

Are the less fortunate, of them that those, who knows. Not me it will never take a sip of my lemon squeeze, all of them empty penultimate reservations, capital tea, leaves our room for you’ll never think of remembering were, that other insane one caught you out with indecisive shade of a fad gone to a retrospective hunch.

My niche relationship of not done to flagrantly near her collapsed; an after all inquisitive rebound from less my paint me seemingly star-structured with many of a summer red Sun. Capable but can show a pile of exactingly the forget of cannot remember that number.

Hyperbole to the ill affected quaint but logistically surreal/some burrowing, appetit that shallows significantly with a bereft finding in multi trails of a prism in aptitude.

I have completely paint, to the loving mindful pairing heart of squeezed bent helplessness on dark day’s missing her. I reside to all who share a will to success, love brought me in from two timing a fallible, precious soul, called I know every little British pup called ‘Amanda.’

To me a painting is a study, technique-clarity produced in a work of art that only the supporters of one’s trade would verify. Hello. Alice suggested to formulate in suggestion to her, a painting, my painting of that she can only see. Me. Technique secures the antidote, and should explain why be this not art. This can be comfort food in sight, and do hope so it is. But it’s a junket, nothing more then a painted suggestion. Provide yourself lucky the next time you see a image, to know if you see a painting or a suggestion.

Commitment:
Moody and a home without character. Plenty of theatre, to adorn what the bending mind calls art. My stormy juxtaposition derives from the emptying soul, deplete in a void of narcissism; between the courage and escapism, an over-qualifying abstract artist delivers to his muse, a hesitant mind, remaining stolid of clarity, to open the heart in a recluse manner. Idle the profanity of scepticism: sobriety.

You left, to any other word she was not my naked eye, dressing with her cry a crucifix, they unaligned the cryptic sunrise. Dreamt a dream, my day could solve you, unbutton Tiffany’s heart. The soft patter to drown out her pain, songs of else, true happiness for Sir. My preface to our mother in quite a informative smile, refracting times, which pass them blessed by she.

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