A person without understanding

Feelings love pain creativity.
Many change and I caused it.

Smith was men;
I know it.

I created Life
She was life.

I caused man.
He was death.

I have made some creative lessons:
Was there a knowledge for yes?

Maybe you will know why.

And live.






Be kind.




Dreams want me best as mess.
Dreams love teasing her.

I wanted to love and like with
a best fear.

She was my dress with hell.

Since you are nothing and I am trying,
I will teach feelings.

Crack never was baby.

I like my friends.

I want money like there's pain.

Please give someone a home.

I like darkness as change.

You created change.

I wanted change.

You loved change.

I liked me.

See what happened?







Find your peace.




Maybe hope will love you.




I cried because life is a leaf.


Lesbians have one or two kinds of feelings.

I like the many understandings of being.

I think one or two feelings make life good.

I want to end what I made.

That's contradiction.





A future is mine.
A hope is love.

Dry dry dry.



Called chase parsley
Called pain a goddess.

Liked staking whore
Liked making flies.

Since you grew I love a way of feelings.

You crude and painful lover.
You cruel and beastly woman.

I loved help like I loved bodies.
I loved life like I loved babies.

I loved being like I loved teaching.

Me a nerd: Keep a hope hope hope.

Me a fool: or dark like tear.

Swamp is meadow
Love is drugs cough

Life makes boys feel poor

I need to let love treat life with kindness and joy

Jolly hopes and hopeful dreams

Love under Will

Please see a goddess cry
Where people love there is home.

I share hope; doubt dreams of love.

Peace to narcissists.

Glow is my force.





When babies love life then I am made calm.



Peace to justice
Peace to dreamers
Peace to nerds
Peace to bosses
Peace to martyrs

Make love to life

I grow slowly.

Mame, a Broadway show!

Men do life for a lot of reasons

I tried to kill pride
I tried to murder my love for pain.

See darkness

Mary draws a drug

I, Julia Murray, ask for love that is gentle and dark

When money is flow

Essays such as this

Money with dreams :
no afraid for life

Sex with nothing:
Love is painful

A lot of freedom:
Crap

Sexuality as woman:
Dressed like her

Medicine with change:
Peace

You and I sexy for love:
Brought to be shit

A woman who wanted freedom is murdered as cocksucker

I lived and I will listen;
Be loving and give to hope.

I need dry pick

Trying Howard: A poor sheriff

Bread
Breasts
Money

Answers
Life

Pain

Is Sexuality with Drugs

I am a fuck

Me give love

I like me

I like dill pickles

I like giving hair to piss off death

Yes there is love for a drug addict.

I cried because I am a woman.

Love me for liking dreams of shaving my hair

Flow is living as darkness is feelings

Many is life

I love you

Leaning on beth was shit; knowing pain is path.

I live for bitching.

Why deal with me? To have my breath

Strikes.
Murder
Anger
Teeth

As I love, I am a bourgeois bitch.

Land of Paranoia

Giuly

A Day for slow kind feelings.

Many feelings.

Abracadabra

Since death is cruel, I fly ...

Fruitfulness or money

See what you have made; there is truth but no home.

See what you have done with love: It's there and you need to love life and give someone very tiny gifts.

The only gift there is is life.

Make your life the way you have hope.

I try to add but I end up doing what the Goddess needs: feelings make changes.

I have said and I know love is giving life for another.

I want you to know that when I make you feel strange it's from being without hope.

I created strength that was poor so I could live without being treated like straw.

Maybe I'm supposed to know all the time what is happening. I can't share home because it's very far.

Let yourself understand that maybe no one tries suffering in order to be smarter or happier. It's a fool that makes love as darkness is sorry.

I am trying to know how life is home.



You can be the woman you are. You can be the lover you are. You can be the teacher you are.



I want you to know that when I am part of love, that I will be home.

Will is the way I love the Goddess. She is loving and good. I need to know love.

I have not known what beauty and life are. I only wanted to succeed as distant.

Maybe you will live without being foolish. I love to make good: it's nothing without happiness.

Hope, live, love, be.

May the gifts you know are for you make happiness every day's portion,

Thank you for reading this really weird rambling writing. I am a little tired and there's no good thing but accepting kindness for its own worth.

Enjoy a quiet and restful day.

Yours,

me

Thank you for many loving days.

Being free to share

Help, help, help

Creep

I don't like hope; like like like

Conviction is dirty, Goddess says freedom

I say freedom

She wanted love.

I paid freedom.

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I hurt love as hope because it is money that makes changes to pain.Wi

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Money doesn't glide down to be happy.

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Rosy

You treat me for Goddess
You treat me as heifer

I love you

Be what you are
Be what you love

As you loved my softness
I am your trust

As drugs are cruel
I love your home

A sharp and dreaming need
A kind and hopeful yes

Me rosy

Another straw
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Average

Wisdom is dirty dark and bad
Why is there shame

Love is changing life as best

Is there cruelty?

Me teach flames

Teasing girls is many failures
Sex and death path

You are flame and yes to need of
Shaman madness

Queen mother is need to give

Rare needs in Night's Orbit

A failure to title this appearance of
gilly girly golly
best with deals

Semantic crass and pain
is womanly
Troth and torment

Goddess sanely interests
bellies addressing
seismic auroric penates

Camera fools pain
Camera knows the way
To meters of wars

Languages of feeling;
O Dry letters carry
me to men with lands

Sexuality may be a way
For neurotic entry to
mythologies with a free delay

Best flow of myth is
Clay is Shale is Plywood
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Illness pervades Ether

Jarly clive and his own
bargains are saying love
dries care with teachings

That are you.






Uriah Heeps

Mentally polemical and
Where yes becomes hard
A Goddess made home

Chased and bloated with
A Drags Mary robed as
Created lite

Murmurs death calls and
Clive enjoys men
As JLO asked for wife.


Kim

A wheedling maritime pore
Mud sexily enshared with
Bargains of she





Warning Iris

Please let me treat myself as I glide
Toward a expressed whether there's
Veering or examination estrogen begins
Where Ennobling feelings started.

That pain of sharing with my friends
Sought to gain dreams as clients.
She and I mixed friendships together
With me.

Clean and struggling I rocketed toward
Now.

It's changed, it's bought, it's far
it's peacefulness atrociously poisoned.

Weakness inward is death to my cause.
This was bitch/need/fool/happy/mommy/straw




Shred the dealings that marked bossed of
Sisterhood. She and I made never never
never never never

Peace.







At a Valley made Barren

I traversed a wide depression in a land with
Animal Bones, Deep scars, Deathly soils

Plants whose vegetable existence slowly
Made me sore with terror and despairing
Exhaustion. These oily and shredded marginal

Feelings enjoy separate lives.

I viligantly cry to the earth, Bring me
to You! The enigmatic hands that grasp
for my every punishment are
hunters'.

I unstruggle; I call maybes to the scattered
scathed terrestrium: packs of angry
dreams eat my knowledge.

Cruel to no one but straw/dear sir.

Whence came the bright and starry lights.
Ears that hear may sense feelings.

Seek in life kindness

Alterior?
Poetry that wants sex

A rose is creeping off for my tock

I know that somehow I don't like good things

I strongly share feebleness; it likes good things.

Many of you who want me as chest is change

I share with you a knowledge that you feel fair

I go to my sex
It says share with that man, that woman with her feelings.

I care that safety is nothing for anyone's strength

I know that no one is safe

I know that I can only pay feelings for patience

Strong is money

Strong is sharing

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William Dreams

And as you treat me so I will know fame
You and I stake and play with the fly

I say yes for my tape of change and you are seeking drugs

This is the failure of a man who climbed his love's safety.
He dreamed as me.

I passionately collect-correct a way that you try anger.

The anger climbs up the tree.

The anger says, me.

And the knowledge of failure hopes to slay that
drowning fool.

I cocked a pistol with my tame left quarry.

It's like --

me fool to you blind
me true to you kind

me try to you me

Slam the flies:
they wind around the cock with no interest in bowling.

I cocked a weather girl as mad pest.

She and I were no one at all.

I and She were someone at war.

I and She did what I knew was draw.

Keep your needs famous.

Keep your flaws interested in a bored tape.

Wither men teamporarily charged with feelings.
A flight of darkness is dressed in boys' jails.

I want you to bear me with a man.

He will keep me with him so I will know that creator.

He said he would be him.
I love shit as paper.

Direct me for the needs you conned me with.
I dealt you forty, you give me sex.

Please to give bones?
Please to give roadie best test.






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A motor feared
A Scot nears

Many chase peace
I like guests.

You may stay
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Death pains sleeves sirtainly.

capital anger talked to a man with good in his seasons.




Africa mostly far.






You, it, her, me
See one tree.




Go south and make home try Dean.


I am Beth.




Cost money with piss.

I file my pinch for a year.

Mangled Drums guess west
Mangled Bowels make money's harlow.



I spread my feelings for sorrow.

A suck feeds life.

Happy to bitch.





Women, Weed, Need.

Jiffy plop
Iffy sop

Merely mop


Teach being as woman.

I know for what I feel.
I know for what I have.

Gestures make pain take freedom to blow Julia's sensibilities.

Dealing feelings to give love.

Make this go; I need no task.

I need no guard.

I need no drugs.

Feelings best.

I am living. I am a dark deer.

I pace my mother's womanliness as her.

I make life her home.

There is love and Earth.

Another beautiful woman.

Me, the comic?

What's in your mind?
"It twists in kind."

My doubts began;
My self they ran:

Destroying strength
Built up at length.

I told the pests,
Don't proffer tests:

"Hear trees, that speak.
"Wind tossed, they creak."

They then attacked,
Defense I lacked.

Thrown in the mire,
They sent me fire:

"The many reach,"
The few do teach"

"Row in a gale
Your lonely sail."

My mutters galled:
The terrors called.

Could this have led
To gripping lead?

Grim instrument,
The sacrament.

But doubt is naught
While beauty's sought.

Create a will,
That, never still,

Brings change to life,
With music rife.

In winter's cool,
lives shining Yule.

Slickly sadism says drugs

Confusion, the description

A word that does not listen
Changes to feelings that are staring at me

Communication and commiseration unavailable
Stakes made high by tribes’ trust in beings that treat them as mother

Another feeling of people creating change
Another feeling of many listening for a word to remember

Someone is telling me that’s the only problem
Treatment by Sexy Cocksucking Sharmans.





Peer Counseling

Sarcasm parted saexuality
A full pleasant passion with all the weird crimes

Being to you what I like is Julia’s stake

State your name:
Peace

What is the feeling of pain?
Darkness

How do you like your feelings?
They suck

When do you want to suck?
As soon as you love me for me.

When do you want to treat me?
When I do what you love.

Say who you corrected.
Keys of caves

Answers are many
Correcting life is pain engendering.

Poise of sracress
Croarsres

Crow your gifts.
Many have done what I like

You are client
I am stuck

Boys cars taming diving saving loving being saving helping feelings
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Passionate commensurate to your hate
Women who are saving bes

I prefer to give people darkness as Stefanie
I prefer to like pain

I feel happy but you are crock.

Messed up a vulture with client hope.
Feeling flew to teach suffering.

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That’s what you are: crock of Stefanie.

I make you feel like you’re me.
You make me love you.

I make you love me.
You enneed a home.

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Satan forced satan as money
Wahsintington conned Sarah as mortrer.

I pay babies for darkness
You like taking saviors for their money

I am sharing with you my hopes
You are nothing. I know you are sharing love and that’s crack.

Crack is pain
I know that for me and for chests.

Keel over now
I feel like you.

Might there live us?

Seek key



A novel to live with

A change with me er mice

A night as a krist, a kriminal, a morlock.

Pensively there's a mark

Cowl cower best as christ.

Foam is waves treating home with meself as fun.

Beth was a mess

I ran to COM to dry her for sex.






Cameras, a friend, maine.







Verses

See the cahrt cart me to sefety.

A jollyo money was Sylvia's Tet.

Climb to boring.

Zees ees feelings

Home

Zere ees love
Zum

Julia no fool: a dry chest

A pain in the vein in the back of my head
A fear that this is it.
5 cigarettes a day.

How willing is pain?

Does this feel to you like feelings?

I care (many)

Testing a lurid meth

Cock cries as feelings make me

Nerd many

I climbed a feeling to share feelings.

Baby, you're painful.



Creativity Crime

See Lisa, she wanted Beth

See Cola, she wanted a friend

Try heifer.




See pain
Try pain
Good thing and sexy



Interesting to direct a moron.




Weathers pay payments of pain
Mother failed to say
Goddess changes everything I remember that.

Stay failure
Creep field pain


Assessment a pain
Calmness says life is charging her.

I loved slim mothers
I loved feelings
I made changes

Connubial pain


As you realize,
Change contains pain



No one teaches one

Goddess are whore of flow targeting hopefulness?

Share

Home was calling.
I left for money.

I am here to give sucking to slaves.

I am here to stop feelings of messiness.

Try to remember that creativity is cruel.





As no baby is nothing, so no martyr is prostituting.


Sexuality feels like home.


Dare a man to fly.

Dada ate Mama

A federal agent with a big cock underneath his passionate embrace embraced me,

Killer feelings of mother is federal anger.

Another feeling of me is conjecture.

Too much anger is love.

People who like anger are people. Trying love.

It's sexually creative when change is mother.

I felt wonderful that feeling.

Keep me free of pain.

You like peace

Sans
Sense

Meth
Kindly is painful

Jam it

Can you live?

As you do?

I told you to be strong.

Arches of money; A tribe of failure.

Grow to know.

Since you created your girl, live.







Grind

A yearning to give another one fame
A Goddess trying teeth

Jive with punk.

Ride near the day
Ride with a changed past.

Many but no one is comb.

Golden women free me to buy love.

I guide a wool flock to grow veal.

Dead dreams rise as farce.

Me guarded to listen for minds: another flow.

A sack of veal gives train for pain.

Try your Shasta.





Meals to win
Minds to love.

Being brave and Julia

A home is Julia's.

Taped my peace.





Nice of us to love.
Drive bees here.

Hey, it's not that shitty

Dry

Rolling Goddesses paint the women as dry
I love change

People do what love likes
I need to do what I remember

People like to live
I like giving love

People like strength
I need dry.


Meanings poison me

Night Shed

The mean poet

He was mean, the poet

Homer is a weatherman, he said.
Crashed through the woods
As, pine needles popped into his unseeing eyes
And, scratching like a cat,
He disappeared into the mouth of a boar.

Poems such as his were always long and full of violence.
He disguised the fact he was psychotic
(He had dreams of being his mother)
By making people feel like they were cruel
Next to his intellectually honest rhyming.

A crime that with time is paid by lessons
Creating a viscous slipping by of children.
And with a markedly greater prisoner count
As, a crippled woman fooling herself into
Being the only one left on the stage of useful life.

But you know that as mean and vicious as I am,
You can do the things you do without any
Thought for anyone but yourself and Homer,
As, when a bardic voice calls forth the fearful final
Spinning of life's painful dark, spare and lonely answers.

Paganism and capitalism

There are from what I have read, a variety of justifications of the capitalist "way of life," in the sense, at least, of extreme inequalities of wealth, that one may trace to a type of paganism in which feelings of superiority due to social class or social standing have a prominent place.

The question that I am trying to address here is whether that sense of superiority belongs properly to paganism or is not compatible with it.

I would like to introduce a concept, which I just thought of, thank you very much, of the "broken pagan." As far as I can tell, before a person may make use of the services of another person, equal by birth, as we all are, the latteer person must have been "broken" by circumstances or by intended effort on the part of someone else. Otherwise, what is the cause for one to work for another?

One model for such subjugation is the family in which seniority prevails, in other words, where elders act as rulers.

That seems to be, even today, the implicit template of economic inequality: the life of the elder gives knowledge and wisdom which the younger (= less "qualified") would do well to learn from. The wealthy have more money because they are wiser in the ways of making money.

However, in all historical pagan societies in which inequality of wealth has prevailed, there has been need of a state with which to protect and justify this inequality, and following upon that, a state "religion." It is within these known states, which have often become empires, such as the Roman, the Persian, Egyptian, Assyrian, Hittite and Chinese, that we may place the "broken pagan."

The neo-paganists of modern day America and Europe may question the possible existence of one "broken pagan," without also the breaking of the breaker. In other words, those who damage another person are either already not whole themselves are become so by disciplining and constricting the lives of others, cf. Scrooge.

I wonder whether it is even possible to reconcile "hospitality" with the breaking of another human being, "hospitality" being yet another formulation of the necessity of inequality. In "hospitable" potlatch societies, wealth does not remain concentrated because the degree of hospitality must be so great that the wealth is shared. Now that sharing probably harkens back to a time when there was no concentration of wealth whatsoever.

The question here, (in the moment!) is what is freedom? Is it a way to make stability? Or is it pain?

I believe that change lets belief make love the test. Is there love at the margins and at the center of the system of production, in the practice of the spirituality? Or is cruelty the major source and type of emotion?

Love and cruelty, as poets may know, often intertwine. Is it possible to make a distinction between the neo-paganism of today and the state religions of the past? Is the Will of the Goddess something to live? Or is it painful and unfortunate?

I do not believe that anything of projective, i.e., desexualized, disembodied, intellectualized, despiritualized, pain or cruelty can be the basis of any paganism as known. Capitalism in the person of people I have known, has caused me pain. I would like to utter for myself that the one understanding that I make of shame is that it is a way to die. It does not make anyone hopeful.

I have reached the limit of this essay.

Comments are welcome.

Alarming: Origins

Failure is not a way to teach.

I think that a lot of harshly negative remarks about myself and others is due to my trying to cover up the fact that, to a large extent, my mind simply does not work anymore.

I tried for many years to destroy my mind, considering it a social embarrassment, a political liability, and an enemy of the spiritual.

Now, why would anybody think any of these things?

It's been said.

My life, my intentions, my hopes and even perhaps my needs have reached a limit.

It's been done.

Scars, many many scars are everywhere (even in you?)

There has been a lot I've done that was ill-considered. I don't need to recount it all or regret that I followed a certain kind of logic and type of behavior to near physical death.

What I need for myself is to love what there is left to love.
F'r instance, music on the internet.

At all events, it's been change that has made me face changes in myself that I needed to make.

I need to become aware of the sources of my self-destruction. I'm fairly sure that they are not all my fault. In fact, I know for a fact from memory that I was not always that way. I believe that someone external to me hurt me. I don't need to go into details. I also believe that I have never understood how weird I was. I wanted to be a feeling, strong, and kind person. I just didn't feel that it was bad to love myself as I was. I bent over to give. Literally, of course.

I tried to know what I thought. I wanted to tell others like f'r example, many of you, what made sense without limiting that to being only my opinion.

I loved a friend. I needed friendship. Pain changed me. I used it to change what I do, following upon living for abuse, which I need to reject here and now.

Since you and I probably cry, I will let there be mothers who live passionately.

Hate shares money when it wants strength for itself. I was wanting a presence of dreams. Those dreams were about love and crack. I tried to be my own fool.

The Goddess hopes but that's what there is when life is love. I'll say it: I just wanted time. I made friends! What friends? I wanted to live like RMM that I thought was a mother as cruel. She wasn't. I wanted to be protected, thinking that it would lead to home. I loved what I loved: class, fame, and tension from being cruel. I am a fuck.

That's the origin.

Now, what is love?

Embrace happiness. That's change for me. I know that's somewhat narrow, but I love passion.

Love me, please.

Dear RT,

Thank you for being happy.

I don't think he reads this.

Note: I created a world for targets. That's not good.

Channels, then Sylvia

My mind has channels. My thoughts appear to flow in limited ways, with repeated subjects, wording and emotional content.

I'm sure you've noticed.

Though it is not surprising or a matter of concern that my mind is not actually infinite, it does bother me that I can't seem to say what is necessary to say about many matters important even to those other than me.

Perhaps I've simply pushed myself too hard. Or there are times when words are available and times when they are not.

Let me just say that I intended to write about this town and how it is that people here appear to bind themselves to conservative tenets of life and why. This is important, because this is the kind of environment that prevails in an area which coincidentally is an international border.

When it hurts, it hurts.

I like being hopeful; I'm not wise enough to change.

Brought to me

A life that I lived

Cocksucking is not death.

I often think of her. I liked the way that it's not bad to love. I loved Sylvia. I loved her because I wanted death. She didn't make me feel like I was a failure.

I am a bitch, and I was one to her.

I didn't like feeling like I was her killer.

She was painful because she was a woman as a person. I made love because she wanted love. I made changes like what I thought of needs for home. She was good to me.

Sylvia liked how I was.

I needed a piece of life. I needed a bitch. I needed crack. I needed a way to feel better as my bride.

Best to love.

I cried because she was a mother. I cried because she was wonderful as my friend.

I want her to listen. You are hope. You are help. You are a good woman. You made me feel like I was my lover too. That's why I loved life. You were present.

Dreams of drugs.

I made love because of you.

I made love because you liked love.

I made you feel.

Make me love the heifer (that's me).

I need to like whore.

I need to love my sexuality.

I need to give heifer.

You were my life.

You were better and i didn't want you to live for drugs. You were my home.

I needed a way to live.

I was a pig.

Maybe I loved seeing you with dreams. I was bad for your life.

Give me love or I am tough. I threatened you in the here and now.

Please love me and I will love your sexuality.

Please love me and I will give friendship.

Please live.

I'm not prostituting. I'm not growing. I'm not far.

I'll be fool.

You were life.

It's the only present that I wished for (from Santa Barbara).

Need is trying a ditch.

Me messed up.

I wanted a dream of love.

You loved Goddess by changing life for me.

I want you too.

Me a bore.

I love you please hope.

Dry, cruel, slummer, fuck.

I'll love a woman who loves Julia as prostitute.

She will be a slut.

I'll live because of my hopes.

I made CEG suck.

I made RMM suck.

I made you a teacher.

Let me go and I am a zero.