Mom wants safety

Merengue's passions free me
Indio freedom creates money

Plates are a way for being good and striving home.

Ambling annex


When I am teased this way -- with money and with peace -- I create a part of women. This love for money is love with coldness.

Prodigy equals fool -- according to you (others).


A box of safety lived in a bow.

This bow freed its home from good.

This good was nothing except happiness.

I am this hater. There's only this. Called one lover, heard yes.

Called one player, heard bog.

Moving is safety; it's my only hope.

You and I are with war. It's death to slave with conjectures.

Methamphetamine is shit.

I love to love (lose) patience.

She and I were safe and I wanted war. War gives me safety. Passions are where they are. I like androgyny.

Cows are believable. I know what you were. You think freely; that's helpful.

Was there a strong woman there?
I can paint your love here: Stain.


O-u-r money got slavery part of my pain. I saw one here. I tried to visit this hopeful lover. She drove me to give a hopeful home.

Be a live and cry or bawl.

Beer stopped my possibilities. I strove to kill my place with my craft. It is dean's home. I am a vulture.

Bitch is narcotic of money. I anger with love. I anger with peace. I draw money as love makes plays.

Write:

Gay veins were in love.
Direction is nowhere.

Possible to like blindness.
Try hope for wisdom.

I can start liking one below.
It's this thing called money.

Please believe I don't need
A trough.

Am a somber ogre.



Weir mother blaze
Me stopped Safety.

If it weren't blind, I would interest myself in a possible gale.





Soused is dangerous ; you want Goddesses saying yes to woman.

I think She is a bove below and being a sharlataan I am a falsie.




As there is Feeling, so there is Cases.


Relate peace to vulnerability.


Am one hopeful with place.


Mayonnaise player with combs.

Me deans crackhead.

I need to make life as what lovers give -- everybody is a pagan.


Play, make love, feel.

Spare O

Immediately (safety) it's cold
A mother charges, partly, what was into (c)good.

Tits rage and wonder at love. I can't hope because stars loved my hen (ass).

Derivation of Anger created in love.

Shit on bonds.

Free changes are money. I like home as love. S(t)ay it. Murderers call one thing false. Play, Pear, Poem, A shot , Decent, : Change.

I wonder how I can be what there was. I wonder how I can draw a lover.

I feel shitty. It's dark and womanly in this cond(o)er. William feels chasing another hope is my cold. It's this way: Boxes of money are yours and that's one hard place.

Bother yes -- is there cake? Dear indians, i was blown at cox.

I dangle one love -- is there peace?

play another fall. I rot with no possibilities.

Soar with the martyrs in place of w(h)e(a)t/her.

i planted a field and i want me.




Hope and a friend

See love and help home as dr(u)ag


Play at why I am failing.


I mother a rose for peace.
I made yer home one ender.

Squeeze my tits and be a woman.

That's the exact parallel.

A last glimmer

Bodies don't think I'm sharing their fate;
I know I am because I'm a date.

Are you a resentful liar?

Ambition and cowardice go together

Go to your face and ask for a poem
She'll give you a phrase then withdraw to her home

In hatred I shouted the laws must be flouted
To nothing did it come, this rage to be counted

With one stroke from fate I collapsed in a mound
And into a fire I then did bound.

The circles circling reveal a clue:
The anger I felt was made up of rue.

Distance brings moments that happen to say,
Whither you go you will bring fray.

Winter's delight is summer's regret
Now shades gather on a single palette.

Peaceful insurrections congregate
Power and hunger retaliate.

I here reveal the final hate:
I want to be strong but I can't be that,
Because if I am I'll just be fat.

Enjoy your life and love it dear
Interested fools might not be queer.

The Goddess changes her tack and approach
Now humanity dreams of finding a coach

My cleaver was sharpened my freedom was shaped
A body was found the rhyming was scaped.

I call for safety but dream of fraud
A shout I hear: enter the Broad.

A home is good if lived in with care,
Part of woman is greeting the year.

No Goddess possesses her friends to be smart;
Ancestress deliver please this old rolled fart.


Mother mantracome to me, it's negativity that slays the fleet.

Bimbo

Great Safety in the Air

You Found me bowling more flair.

I inch along with many a pastor

They don't create friends; I am disaster.

I want one rose for love's calling.

I want one poem for life's falling.



Beams of Widow

Guilt has kept me silent
Also made me violent.

Trust would be malevolent
Justice is so bodily sent.

Read my lines for your enjoyment.

Imperial Julia grabbed for fear
She made her lover crave some beer

Keep knowing that yes is true
Anchored in woman no is you

Select the freedom that brought you where
Needing a home you fought for hair.

Meet me with the Goddess at Gare du Nord
Palaces vie with you and claim this (s)word

William of Paloma gave one good sign
You drank to him you fed him wine.

The deal safety had was always mellow:
All there is flatters a fine fellow.




While you care, give your protection
To Drums and Cans and an Intersection.

Reasons for selfishness

There is no reason I can think of, yet it's there anyway.

Belief anger treatment is amazing.
Deletion freedom boss is boring.

When you good there's fun.
When you piss on change there's bad.

I enjoy love
I dry safety.

Keep yourself what you need. Keep yourself what there can change.


Willows of money.

Derive your failures and like your sharing.

Example:

Today I grew with Dean.
Today I example: played one hope (Dean) and struck sharing with blows.

Another time:

Beasts run toward the great freedom.
I example try to give one sharing.

Money says it's true.

I example can do love.

Bodies with hair are one way to slay cold.
I tried to make a good change. I softly am soft for a boss.

Please know that I can love.

Please know that a dream played one play -- good is belief.

Usher Asher Lasher Masher
Flasher Washer Trasher Rasher.


You will give a happy and strong hope as a lease (amazing change)

Divisions and Separation

Knowing one happiness is poor.
Knowing love is amber's endurance.

I am shaving to help sop the babies' poverty.

I am needing life with strength.

Anger is being one whore as love that God pored in a woman.

Seghers -- a happy sovereign plus boss

Belief injures when drugs God.

Ammon Mammon Gammon Shaman

Fallopia: Be

A poised disappearance

A little kindness goes a long way.

Does there is gone.

I found why there's a life.

My goddess is Brigid.

Neglect of

egalitarianism.

With the lives of people
who are full.

I write what I am trying to like.

I am soft when I am hopeful.

Brigid grant hope!



Your feelings change. I have loved many so there would be strength for me.

I am trying.

Maybe I was harsh and there's too much of that.

I embrace you with my peace.

I do have some.

I've combated heterosexuality like an enemy.

It's merely happiness as feelings.

I am a butch part of love.

I wish that I loved poems.

Poems are alive!

A menial poem

Pale Pele Poor Pluce Prece

Anger feels like one word -- being Dean.

I hoped dean would love me for life.

I love his being. He caused love when there was being.


Pain

Fruit of bartering flies and running safety at poetry.


A goal is love when there's poesy.


Money borrows death at three lives for one change.

I know that you want a prize -- it's here: bifreedom.


You can dream of one life -- it's one woman who was good.

You can dream of life here with my strong flow: please love my santer.


It's known that why I killed reason: it knew life as God and freely wanted drugs as possibility.


I make this feeling for morons (places, mother, Jamie) amply treated with combs and with shaving bis as dreams.

I peaced this way to like a butch base: my anger is changing to blame.


Read this as a present for the foam.

Estrogen

Monday

The writing that is dreamy is also polite. I strive for pleasing one lover: a good happy and safe part of me. I can like wow.

My acquaintance/friend Mike from the early 90s who was a lawyer who did filing to make a living while he drew cartoons as his art was probably on to something. All I'm missing is the job and the drawing talent.

My friend in Wyoming is suffering from a pinched nerve. I demanded that she tell me that she hoped I would feel good today. That was the only honest thing I could say. She said she did hope so. After that I reciprocated.


Another thing that I wished for was to have happiness and be dry. Can a dry person be happy? I can hardly wait for your response.


Tilting right and left is beginning to make me feel soft. I do not accept that that is wrong (being soft).

I poetically grind slavery as poem.

Tilting away at the harsh soil, I draw behind me the wooden plow.
The sun plays games destroying my mind, my sweat, my muscles.

The wheat and the corn are drying without leaving much for anyone to eat.
My Feet are bare and cut; I bleed sweat but I can not cry.

My wife patiently hoists her bag of cold earth to fertilize the remains of
Her beloved cow. She is holding our fates at bay through her strength.

I have paid very much dreaminess. It was high and soured with cold hell. The earth grabs me from below and seizes my heart with pain.

The pain I am sinks into the ground with the heaviness that it is up to my last moment to relieve.

Life will return with homely eyes and grateful hands.

A failure.

By: Brigid Sans Neant

My plan

Right as bosses I crave bosses.

My wonder is street peace.

I find what I sought.

And my day is buying freedom with strength.

A being with

[nausea, anger] (cries)

Dome is keeping a hooker peaceful.

Poetry pays possibility.

I fouled part of my hopes because I was Harvard.

I was Drugged with money.

Caved with peace; it's Dean's war.



Flow is my Goddess: peace is the fullness of peace.

The Universal Rationality of bonding hopes to one hopeful fiend is
a sucker.

I tried to con my friends. I am bossed (overcome, conquered -- put in place)

Death gives a way for my horrors to play [please anger your shares (darkness)] fool.

The girl that charged life with good is blind.




No one (me) with love costs farcing (murder).

I am Julia Murray, a poem when needing keys.



Boring foolishness causes one life to stay.


As you like, so do you shift.



A molecular part of grieving for dreams is knowing that you [Sartre ] want everybody to change and hate peace (because it's foolishness).

You are saying that's finished. I am Klay.

Whether you are safe is doing what a tough and bothersome lover is caved.

No one likes feeling a fog in their safety. I am hoping that she will love life. I am hoping that I have loved that person and that she will be a dealer in some safe cause.


Fog is good.

Query

Jerry-rigged pagan.

I am a

Jerry was a friend I betrayed by staying Julia. I knew her from the mental hospital and from Rainbow Heights. She knew the song 42nd Street and used to sing it to the drug abusers in the state hospital at South Beach Staten Island as part of the entertainment portion of the program. She knew how to belt it out. She had been Ruth. A couple of years later her lover died and she died three months later. She was warm while I turned toward "womanhood" and its condescension toward mere gay people. I hope she is happy and that someday she will be where there's pleasure. That's cold too, isn't it.


Maybe someday i will pick out a more androgynous name like Geri.


I knew a Geri Fortino when I spent some months working for CrossLand Savings Bank across 6th Ave. from Macy's. She was an evident butch lesbian who was the assistant manager of the pension department as the manager was an evident femme gay man. There was no discussion of any of this by me or anyone else in the department. This was in the late 80s. I was still Bruce, and still thinking I would get my M.A. in political science instead of what ended up happening.


I made 10 dollars an hour at CrossLand as the secretary, which I considered pretty good money. Now I would have trouble finding a job making that same wage even with inflation.


I think the decimal system is a lovely thing. I am glad that India invented zero and that Arabs invented the numerals we use. I only wish that 1 and zero were not the sole numbers used in binary mathematics/computers. Why not zoo/chicken. Zoo over chicken is infinity after all.

This is an appeal to Marina who probably won't read this. I turned to words where she turned to numbers, convinced that made me more "humane." But humanity is either there or not. It doesn't depend on whether you're a humanist or Isaac Newton or both, which is what Isaac Newton was, at least in some religious sense.


Newton Minow claimed around 1962 that TV was a "wasteland". Then Marshall McLuhan came along and said the medium is the message. Does that mean that I am messaging my own life in everything I say (because I am the medium of these words?) Probably.

I hope that this freely composed set of paragraphs interests someone. Let me know, won't you?

P.S., don't drink a shot of brandy within only seven hours after getting a shot of estrogen.

Be jolly and remember that it's okay to like kisses.

A Surface, A Poet, the One

Sar
Slive
Slom

Palette
Palatable

Crude decency wants a surface that causes drugs
Poet says slaves best for bodies

Clap my freedom with straw




That body with its soft happy love
Caused one friend with one mother

A drain to freestep with the poem

Sent life this cause: Body is cause of woman
Direction: Interest in fear.



Jargon of slavery feels dog

It's love that wants safety.
It's creAtivity that lives with blame

A snap to life is sons of woman
She will train her stake.

You like arguing for drugs such as moron, failure, place, client, back

Peace for yes is bargaining fear -- I hate bodies -- positivity is feelings.

Blogs are deans charge.

I came with hope; I answered one home;
Mammy Pammy Sammy Client wise.

I embrace the love from it.

She and I can hike -- whore dangerous when not priests.

I embrace dealing fostered hopes.

A moth

Sundry large patience enters now.

Men with one rusty are guilty because they are calm.

You need to hope and dream.

Try to buy a frog.


She monday; you free.



Bonding your life with being is crass.
Enjoying life is free.

Be nice to my run.

Roles malign cars.


Spilling out selfish negativity:

It's need that makes casts dry.
It's feelings that have love.

Claiming your home is why I am loving.
I write to feel.

Quip, quest, quadrangle, quorum

A coherent discussion of pagan philosophic poetry

Why? (Tormented screams) "Why?"

Angry raging impassioned (Quiet!) murderous querulous forgetful, abandoned

WHY?

The Goddess cares for you, kind and gently (but I resist: She is you, YOUR body that you can barely stand. But it's your choice.) Why???

Grim, orange, peace.

She has made you what you are; you are joyous. How can you live as the person you are when there are so many needs bounding about, ricocheting inside/outside?

Entry and exit are the same. You have forgotten your pain.

Deed of freedom is my friendship. I destroy friends with my cancerous pain.

They want to free themselves from disintegration even as you disintegrate over and over again, mockingly, demonstrating the beauty of death in life.

You can't avoid the question: Drug or body?

A drug for my body, a body for a drug?

No more!!!

Anxiety and trepidation; fear and mean aggression mix with keen perceptions of reality and its transformations. How do you place yourself out of the maelstrom?

Lose, Lost.

Stick that dick in my mouth so I can suck it. A blaspheming holiness subjugated and subjugating with no limit except the size of your desire for destruction.

You will bear no one. You can bear nothing. Creating life is a matter of ... Your Sacred acceptance of the sacred that you are.

Fuck! Why?

Engender love; kill anger; bring beauty.


This discussion is post positivity.

Blessed Be

Trying to make my poems nothing

As cold as being
As vulgar as being

Dark patience angers my father.

Keep your money; I fell.



She begged life and left peace

I keep need for colonoscopy



Weird formulations exist to start -- softened bondings

Me a catholic as poem.

Wages in blessed tyranny
capitalize post-op.

I remain a case of pain




As you read these living sharks
Give and take peace.

A bond with yes is best.

I acknowledge that one sexuality can't be positive.
I caused my ports peaks.

Mole taught that I stayed my rogue


Please peek when you were blue

Feelings and Safety

Why am I forcing myself to think about things I can't need, like safety and poisons and hope?

Derriere

Plays

Beaumont

Me give steep strong pride

Moulin Rouge

See peace; I have tried to say money likes in selected oras.

Mother teaches one thing: PXs deeply play bodies and are far.

Circle around your ambulatory stain. You assay a bard. You peaced one

drug with my mother. That was ill and poetry.

Skeel is a mother to broads. I crossed that failure with bombs.

No one with past.



Anger is darkness at clive: a mother of farce. I say that I dried you as base. I mean that fairness is a friend for teachers.

Assay the home of days. Police mark why there's garcon in the body.

I friendly with my pop. I said to him, you dark friend, why have there fell anger? He thought I was called to be played. He was me for dean.

You have sought one bird; interesting that you know his beach is my bean.


Gaffes: brought here from Selina were needs and blades. Brought from Costs were dean and bob.

You don't try one lover. You give one person a thick of poem. You give one other a peace of money. As far as there is dean I am boem. Center of need is feeling. Center of my safety is body.

Mouths of woman: Safety calls for me to enjoy a parson with gifts of meekness. Enjoy one life. Enjoy one crack. Enjoy one best taking of body to money's deepness.

Selective anger is for one who gave broads sleeves.

Cackle with your happiness. And deal for your money -- peace.

I have made one try. I have made a far payment. I have enjoyed calm. I have angered dean. See you treat that hope as life.

Need for poem.

Plays with my kind crack.
Deals with my painful flack.

Rhymes to say arse is black.

Make your freedom bossed as play.



A foam war returned to days.
A pause with one chase.

I suck your undressed play.
I peace the mother with boldness.
I crawl out of my kettle and pay your beer.


This leads to an essay about color and race

Be free; grades do play no one.
Julia is money.

Enervating Entry

As far as I know bosses down people's peace.

Goddess dogs bards

I roseated Cain

William decency is Martyr to boss.

She and I talk like one person.

I resemble her as boss.

Fun to cast one person as painful.

I remember liking hope for being home.


Now i make love a baby's nut job.

It's cowardly to make changes that create bitches as mothers.

I resemble a man with cold pain.

Moments of life are staying peared.

Goddess was interested and that's one freedom for Endoscopies.

I've looked inside and found:

Julia is bothering boys.
Me claim to Goddess for hostess.

Red ranges endure.


A feeling that you made was Sartre.
He needed nothing and I fed safety with a poem.


Danger
Cain
Sanity
Marker
Limination
Full

Kay

Craw! Craw! Craw!


I was trying! trying! trying!


Melody, a misty heifer played with molly's babies

She cried anger for the talking babies

They molested one happy peaceful baby

I ran for one Sartre.


Keep dean changed and love your boss.



Seize blowing plays
Denied keeping boss

Anger Follows brainy giddy homeless darkness
She was soft, she was peaceful.

I can hook one lover into possibility.

Feel life what top
Poem diesels compensation

Flow to star


Negation of negation is vain.

To mean cock

Mark one

Deer Pain,

As like a bride you Goddess then make pain
You deer are peaceful.

Mother money called park

Anchored in safety which wants drugs

Many rise for love

Dying peacefully you dry your peace

Me keep failure far for fame.

A naked death with war.
A needle creating place.
A play for me

Crying is nine
A body of a baby was babied as dangerous

He cheated on love.
I chided her for drugs.

As love plays peace, anger blows my parts with my feces.

I read so wholesomely.
I tell my feelings.

Pause with me




Causes of me were peace and horror.

I saw one horror.

I saw one mask.


You deal one change.

I saw one war.


Bonded Dreams bake safety.
Material knowledge sucks force.

Fair to heed

This is the production of lines through
The disinhibited churning out of
The word-dust floating around as the injuries
Damaging, policing, deranging, and exposing my mind
And me.

Belittled paranoiac suffered with clause of positivity;
Enzymatic idiom offering political batteries to the Censors;
Pariah-ic parlance combing through teachings brought by others;
Kinetic kinships oozing out the parametric imprisoning of humanity.

Waning Moronic Mega Morganatic Morrigan assembling poise:
A saddled animal, angered, presses you, feeling fear --
To Barbed lacerating wire, affecting homosexual costs with
Power, treating freedom as devastated sunken punks' cannibal gleaning.

American knowledge places terrorism over peace.

Where did all the peas come from?