peels, like a puzzle chronicle, evoke a sweltering, electric atmosphere, a bright smile of broken insolence. the bequeathed splinter of the shops of Surinamese and former usb peripheries of the low country the pays-bas, colonized tropical countries, which pour out ripe vitamin C for the white-ass greenhorns

pour les blancs bec un peu trop blanc du cul

but where is the whole fruit ? the juicy firecrackers as a strength of character, to aim better and bigger than the blues of cardboard trees near the Lidl in Mathenesserstraat, acidic flood. i've been having an unreasonable amount of Clipper Orange and Turmeric infusion, just bought Ojuice a few days ago too, fruit is becoming liquid, fluids.

the eclectic sugary freshness, The wild and sordid laughter from the sides of the roads. the boy in the long blue coat, dancing heron with a wild, brilliant gaze, one of those citric rotors. or the kid, boy, holding a dirty white lamb plush in his grey polymerous bumbag, a St. John with petal skin, always nascent with an air of knowing the greatest hardships, grey mo(u)rning walks.

the inner layer of a citrus fruit is called albedo and is peeled off together with the outer layer called flavedo. surface albedo is defined as the ratio of radiosity Je to the irradiance Ee. The surface of the albedo can therefore be defined by the french hesitation sentence : "Je... euuh.." (I...um... )

the ratio of doubt of " je, euuhh, aha, eeuhm, oké, " when you have to answer, and take time to peel a thought, a breach, a resurgence. White specific irradiance, the inside peel, left blank or to be written on.

There's that orange dyed tarp, hiding a space of unused items in a c(o)untainer, and the red Cinderella hooker in the distance, every night i walk back, i think of the polite men, needy and explicit, in google's reviews of Cinderella, my growing obsession with seeing it and keeping your head held high while walking across the red satin carpet at the entrance, looking at the open hallway, that red. desire of seeing. Italian book about giving yourself by dissociation given to me by my roommate,   cinder (ella) / cendre ashes of Ella   burned and fire chafing, rubbing. Sticky fingers, lips quarter of an orange, fire when penetrates little cuts.

and when it's neon's turn off, i know it's 6 o'clock in the morning, and that I wish I had seen more of this low-tide night line, seen more. Of this retreat up.

a few days ago, the french far right proposed a new law to make whorehouses legal again

climbing hold under the Schiedam bridge, around which, the words Finding Jesus are written in bold, black, assertive, like old brooding knowledge passed on thanks to resilient infrastructures, cell walls, pectine, load-bearing concrete. Using the easiest holds to go around it, avoid it softly, recede it, reassure him, i'll go higher ?

peels : unbolted orange hollow holds, hollowds, shaped by hand

can you crease it ?

Jeroen, informing me with Koningsdag in April where people dress in orange, the color of the royalty, queen to king, some people coming from abroad came too late because of the change of date, orange suit,   "orange madness" oranjegekte, Oranjeverenigingen "Orange associations". Netherlands national football team usually metonymized as Oranje

    then, written in my notes by a smirking Jeroen, beautiful jerk : " en je kk moeder "

Gijs orange slippers, orange mango, Jack's orange bike, Gijs and Ben's orange chair, Kirsten's orange bottle, Elliott's orange rag shirt. Orange Engage flyer, Jack's orange price label sticker on his CB

O, (the) range of orange conviviality

This summer the sky was orange, copper, for a few days, the smoke from the fires in Portugal drifting by. The air was stifling, golden hour at 8 a.m., sepia filter never stopping, the sun, big, precise, haunting, and I thought about the people of the coming decades who will see warm colors permanently, a sunset suspended in time. Where cycles will be broken or artificialized, leaving only heaviness, the future left behind, in the dumps of the past heavy with the dawn of history, and things that come to pass, simmer, half-life. Linen in the wind, burnt polymers, braided cotton. Faded pattern, pylon, chlorophyll jazz, but fake bird sounds, like in Gare du Nord. In all this, I went for a walk to find a plant, field chicory, tender, reflective mauve-blue.

osomosis, the flowers had shut-down to protect themselves, closed

orange peels, dipped in sugar then chocolate, laying on the kitchen table for days, made by Ginevra.

in the wood-paneled dormitories of abbeys, silent and ascetic meals, sometimes pale but exactly what the Sisters' hearts crave: clementine peels for joyful and citrus days, soy milk for the goose feathers of the beds. (the white fresh XL knit of the mountain, in which i swam while believing i was allowing to tell myself : " I'm off! ", given with orange biscuits and drawn post-its in the refectory)

As if the Sisters were in some kind of satellite motion, safe from drones, and yet, from their soapy hands and the slightly yellowed teeth of the older ones, we know their desire to sometimes be the clod of humus, Dear fleshless humility! Going somewhat against their dignified reminder to want to be man and not just human.   Sometimes, they should miss evenings spent drinking on a terrace and giggling, telling them that human fever isn't so filthy, that saying "take a leak" is as wise as certain hands modestly placed on the back for comfort. But they would no longer ask

A caress on my hair from Emma, ​​long and slightly unruly, as if I was an animal finally sitting, at rest. That lively glowing look of shared, free-spirited madness, split of a moment. Emma, standing self-decided calm after the storm, overflowing right and honest romping flux, slender body that seems to desire being exhausted by manual labour, manual instinct, feline. She is a full house, because she knows she is thrown into the world. Emma this cool aunt that brings fresh greens in a basket, colors, a : " take my hand ", said with so much trust in the torrent of soaked children.  

Jack's dazzling huge impressed and loving child eyes when talking about climbing, on the sofa at the klimmuur, pastel and gentle pink of his room, too obstinate in camaraderie and unrestrained to settle with emotions, looking forward to admire, singing with acceptance, twirling with attractivness, offering, not care, but agitated warmth, warm affection

red cheeks from alcohol, hot dishes, gratitude?

Tenderness fragility but definit Ben, this search for a state of alertness that completely forgets past and future renunciations and makes you refreshed. whole Ben, similar to the behavior of hikers, a "come on," that you must hear as the one we say firmly in a low voice, softly but audibly, the one we tell ourselves, promise ourselves, towards others but just as silently alone, at 7 a.m. in the mountains or in a misty field, the cold, the fatigue, the deep and dry joy mixed with profound white light fear, the underlying determination, steadfast worry before humor rears its head with the rigor of action of setting oneself in motion. A clear, horizontal, humble tone, light of spirit but one that carries its weight, on the humidity and its degrees of water, droplets, that carpet the paths and the efforts to be made and to come.   Ben in nature, in search of benign nature, Benign nature, harmless, no danger to health.  

fair sensitivity and grace of wandering Gijs, measured by what has been offered to him in the past, indulgent when building an idea of how he should define who he is talking to, caressing tone of voice, conceiling a beehive in the distance, supple and agile, passing undulatingly through the corridors carved by its many scribbled insects, plants, and shells, interested Gijs, Kairos καιρός, fast winged god of opportunity, floating, worldly, charming, which hair must be seized when it passes by, or he will vanish, hilare, jocose  

Luminous and smart Kirsten, dedicated to the overflow of struggles, lavender laugh and cristal, periodic, crystalline lattice, while being situated. Exquisite light pain, submerged Kirsten, lacteal, fragments of shimmering quartz mixed with beige ore, whose sole purpose would be to amaze fierce children, insolent boys. Holding strength condensed, and repressing, subduing things, that she maintains. Comes across as a souvenir of something intense from a precise moment, what? Something that hasn't been attempted. low, whistling wind of intervals. Inconsolable, thin lips, lines are severe, density of blackberry liquor

  elliott's room, hard orange peel modesty, nested in a self garden, jerky branches, in an aside profusion, besieged by runaways into the forest, and the question: what saves his skin? His soft bird withdrawal, pebbles and sediment patterns on grey creases and the last look of empathy. Beautiful debris deviates by an acquired sense. Touch of white lemon grey. Disengagement Déprise in french, which is made of the word for climbing hold prise and dé, dice, uncertainty. Against the contract with gusto, counting your lime feathers while some around you, pass their fingers on them, attracted

excited, ciere, movement, condition for transport to his landscapes is our silence, withdrawal when he returns from his ... .Some have a hold on you, insert, and to escape, laughing eyes, saving his bursts of laughter for a few better stories, known only to himself.

orange community of Taizé, thorns and gazoline hangar of squared glass.

mimosa : orange juice and champagne

mi mo sa, the tree that grew with yellow tousled hair, and later the tree of Jule's charming laugh, the tree that we see coming back near the forest, that we talk about with my father, unsubjected, agreeing on an unlikely, unconvinced outcome of interest through boundaries in speech. Mimosa pudica also called sensitive plant, sleepy grass, humble plant, touch-me-not, touch-and-die, shame plant or shy plant, sensitive compound leaves quickly fold inward and droop when touched or shaken and reopen a few minutes later.

Orange juice is a suspension that consists of heterogeneous particles in a clear serum. If the suspension is not stable, the cloud, portion of suspended particles, can flocculate and cause the suspension to physically decompose. The cloud can break apart and the citrus juice will clarify. But the suspension can also be unstable when the zeta °°//ze(s)ta//°° potential is less than 25 mv in magnitude. A low zeta value signifies that the repulsive forces will not be able to overcome the   Van der Waals attractions   between cloud particles and will then begin to agglomerate. Agglomeration of cloud particles will prevent free flow characteristics, which is essential for the juice.

100% dutch man, Johannes Diderik van der Waals, in the search of the perfect balanced OJ

orange orbs and orange circles of maronite paintings, orange highlight bar of Brave, orange website and flavicon of Syrian Heritage Archive

the orange fish logo of the Syrische Christelijke Gemeenschap In Nederland and their orange interface website, I saw a tanned fisherman clutching a fish in his boat, his useless legs spread wide, stabilizing his torso, his skin. And holding between his shoulder and neck, a panting, leaping fish and its remaining rushing water, "Take a breath," is silence, what remains, a violence and empathy no doubt, he clings to soothing with a wandering gaze. The gruff hands know that caressed scales become soft to the skin, Ezekiel hovers until illness, there is anesthesia but the eyes undoubtedly so far from reasonable. What do you do, the fisherman forced you to live the fact that there are men, and on the banks of this river, fishermen. The passage is the fish, and it will be healed. A fisherman caresses his prey, and this moment resonates even in the fine, wheat-like fur of mammals, their slash-and-burn fields crisscrossing the sprawling metropolises of skin, a touch of shared consideration, it grows, being attentive to survive, he shares and maintains it.

It's true, the shape of fish carved on rock, for early christians, it makes sense. ichtus ἰχθύς you will not remember this anticipation of the fish's sung agony, but rather the pleasant, almost sacred, caress of his lateral line.

the lost zest found by L-iot , maxime's red orange pulp on rocks in the cul du chien

Reddit r/CasualConversation :

RamblingJack ten years ago : I decided to mix orange juice and milk and it turns out they're quite nice together.

dominicanerd85 : In the Dominican Republic we call that drink morir soñando. how did you feel after drinking it? It usually gives one heck of an itis

kcamrn : drop of vanilla extract to that mix and you've got yourself a poor man's Orange Julius.

ffective_Security13 one year ago : Hello Reddit, I have a question, why are oranges orange?

VA3FOJ : i dunno, why are the blues so blue?

/r/orangecounty : GreenieBeeNZ four months ago : Citrus trees are the incestuous whores of the tree world.You can pollinate any citrus with any other citrus and it will do its darnedest to create a fruit outta that.I wouldn't be surprised if this was the equivalent of an orgy aided by bees that had visited different citrus trees in the neighbourhood

pyramid of pulpless halves, the crates of oranges and lemons, extracted juice for the Great Gatsby's party, and Nick Carraway, simultaneously repelled and enchanted by the inexhaustible variety and carelessness of transitory social life.
Disgusted open-to-touch observer

Orange, sunset cocktails at Tent, the rush of everyone sharing their centered offsets the days after, reddened by the rush.

and, at home with company to lament to, reamed OJ in the morning, Nestlé °°° nested company, the child element is Nest(l)ed, nest of the morning cereals, comfort stands in the middle of the layers ?

green wooden jitterbug in a wooden orange clementine, laying on my table for years now, unnoticed.

this summer s(p)ent : " eyy salut, you're not the ripest orange on the orange tree, t'es pas l'orange la plus mûre de l'orangerai "

orange and deep blue Roscoff-Plymouth Brittany Ferries sticker. and far away, orange caress of orange trees, as Fanta and Oasis Tropical cans lay in the grass, on the side of Naple's roads. Oversight crumbs of past drunken pollen night out

plethor of orange religious website for abbeys, monastery, always, how come? how come.

flowers like black boxes, flight data recorder, since carbon-14 dating. Flowers like orange boxes since "black box", is an outdated name, a misnomer as they are now required to be painted bright orange