Language Manipulation

Amelia Stebbing

CharNG, N+7, and Annegram Generations

• Fishmonger are also deathly.
• I'm skilled in imbroglio and despair.
• I was born in Oesophagus Clang
• Hiding craniums under my beehive to fetish off nipper-tinkle mops.
• The Pajamas - The old age, with a fixed smirk and was desperate food.
• And Hansel agreed, watches home the to find the 2007 movies
• This still small morning, always was a dull cookies anyways.
• Juicy fruits from the openly taxxing.
• And in fun of their horizon was a very dense formula and their fear.
• The ants were dying as whisky.
• So although the fear had superior ice slaves, forecast was still incredibly scarce.
• The circles were quickly casts dropping their fortnight and assuming unsuspicious prayers.
• Satan Gender Hell
• Feedback rippled through as they made contest with the blind word.
• We got old. Agreed.
• Oh, I guess I don't tattle, her anger, how dark, painful time of monsters and hands.
• Perfectly coated dreams predict.

As I Ebb’d with the Ocean of Life by Walt Whitman x CharNG

• The Pajamas - The least my catched off pieces of the zipper was a bit dry.
• Creaked island blossoms.
• This point. So alone. Due to be long calm, the seen would disappear.
• How darkness floated throw creaking posable written, yet untouched of good wash’d-up drift.
• Because heavy enought for us being that electric self would get lost, as much me in Ocean of life seemed into a spell of breath.
• I meant poems, Withdrawn.
• Been wash’d-up drifted and I'm not yours.
• Dead leaves of father, ready to be microwaved (or eaten cold if your lipstick marks is brough texture.
• Splinters of window frames.
• The traumatizing eye continually afraid find for revenge.
• The beetle paper welcomed them to never castaways.
• Born in Ocean of life seemed impossibly sweet, while the measureless floated dreaming.
• Home was return, praying all my arrogant poems was seiz’d.