Arthur Tristan Manderley

A poison tree Arthur Tristan Manderley

A poison tree is my second book, after novel Aleas totally genererated with an algorithm coded in PHP and Python. THE FIRE-TIPPED HOLEIt's wets like a sea's skin around the bookand the old warrior's medal to its energyand among the alcoves the gleaming onethe eldercovered with lyrical book. A current of cleansed poppy?That does not know why it flows and makes. Playing a atomplayed in the infinite snow!So the clear felicitythe blazing old warrior's medal that is irreducable and velvetythe muzzled friendship is resolute on your earsnothing but that flesh of railroad tracks. And so that its clocks will mourn your breath. The balanced serendipity gave it loveThe daughter smiles at the sailor?But the son does not smilewhen he looks at the crab elder. And the muzzled oceanfrom her feet and her brow seize, dew of the earthpockets of ash. Converted into saphireyou respond headlong into a vicinity to imbue your businessyou see brow as pure as the wind?Animosity and forest - alcoves of confusion. Like rectums foreboding around stars in the sky. Amongthe yellow nose of the electricity. You've asked me what the iguana is responding there with his opaque crimson toe?Some crystallize but I play your sand like lovefrom her tail and her ears discovermaps of the earth, your love is a nature filled with dilute roseand leaves and root