Another boss

Injection of dreams

You might address me as drug addict.
You might save the changes under a famous goddess -- peace.

Agitated = a bony cold shriek with one cold piece -- it's a scene with a boss.

Amaretto loved a good place. I stepped into one interesting cross where God treated me with players.

And now for the creation.


I make wives with the pieces of boss that I can like. These pieces are with me. I involve them somehow with one good injurious beast.

Dissolve

Meth in a pipe causes near overdose. Cops show up at front door with ambulance.

Interesting?


Pissed off good things: be happy and like your friendship with beasts.

I rode into a northern pleasure.

Oh, Bob!

Dangled with his knowledge of teething free cold seizing.


This is all a guise for one or another dress.


Yankee orators

Daniel Webster is resting with his needed gay seer.

I rose into his entrance, clutching him for his glowing plane.

He feels like a place of hard coughing -- peaceful with need.

Arguing his great shrieks of delivery for poems he delivers me to poems.

Therefore I can teach best as a poke earring iridescent feeling can need.

Buddy have you left me with a knowledge of me?

Another bone.

Obviously

Stretch

This poem is to communitate.

Ira Ezra

Since each sound is itself a poem
As each thought that emerges into sound is also.

And as money creates nothing (a flaw0

Thus here there dreams (interest me) a none.

I passively bring my causes to a listener.
I answer with my hem: There's me.

Crowning this baby's knowledge is
a bone. You loved as body (I caved in -- treaty).

Literature to a vain artomus.




Fince the play with tron;
Go cruelty try it with the hell.

Me ham.

Skip the body.

I ran to a possible pleasing flake.

Rock the simple -- ingrid.

Save it

When there's wind I give what I know.

I know a part of what I've done.

I saw one as the good.

I saw life as the poem.

I saw money as boring.

Today I live for what I am.

Today I give the safety back to harvard.

I ask that you live for love under will. I ask that the Goddess believes what she created lives for justice.

I am why the woman for bartering is happy.

I have been very unhappy trying to understand why I have limitations due to my birth family's place in society. I now am trying to accept that not every part of this fear of life (disappointment, anger, change) is Her hope.

I wish to love what life has brought: history, pain, change and possibilities.

AS CEG said: I am a very historical moose. This is because of my anger about life. It's so peaceful and I am a servant of money.

I will that that is what it is.

When life ends for me, I will bring good by being a Laura (loyal, happy, kind)

Please let this anger lift!!!

The Goddess is a bitch. I need to live with this feeling. I am trying to have a whore (my poems).

Maybe you are reading this to give; maybe you prefer to dream.

today I love being good. That's the life I have fought for.

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Bologna

On the way from Hope

I dread living as part of one hopeful strange poem.

It's not good (preferable/livable) to make one strong way to have life.

It's better as one person to remember that one can (must) read as a flawed person.

I know that I despise my place in life insofar as I have no freedom to live with people who want me to like them.

This is the consequence, in the rear view mirror, of refusing to like people when they wanted me to.

aww.

A way to get chests (busts) with womanly freedom is to godlessly play love as possible. This means that I was a boss because I loved me.

Poetry

Deal yourself one place: home.

Live for hope.

I am playing one truth -- poem.

Poetry

the only sucker who gives life is changing.



I would like to write again about my frequent references to death, killing, murder, violence and human sacrifice.

I started doing drugs when I wanted my life to be loving.

I wanted to be strong.

now I am full of failure.

You must let my womanly drugging foolish poetic stupidity be hateful because I hate a nerd loving bisexual hopes.

Ahh, I see.

I am the nerd. You are happy. I am soft.

I feel that I stopped what i was for (being home) in order to have hopes.

Now i have to love her (my mother qua the Goddess) because i am home.

She and I were this way when i was foolish (cold and soft).

i believe that there's this: it's payment for me to like crack by not having softness. I must stop being hoe/home.

This hope for money is hateful.

i need to have drugs. They make you money,

I need to stop being foolish (stupid/and poetic)

These feelings are fearful but not fast.

Famous Flames Fail Flambe

At Cottess (a consonantal hardening)

This putrid no one controls sartre. No one deserves to make him him.

This now is a part of a place.

I am so untalkative.

I will hug you .

There's no God of seasons.

Now: The holly king and the oak king -- who are they?

Derive this from happiness.

I believe good makes love beautyful.

Bad makes it a way to dream.

Good and bad: practical poesy.

I give you a rogue.

Turmoil, public and personal

Across death, poem.

Omni money $3.00 per issue

When failure is made good,

Jobs die.

I say that being safe is best.


Create dreams that are full
of clay

You who passed me out --
Be safe




My goal is peace

My motive is hostessing

My priorities are twisted
Like love with my poesy

Mothers with their pain
make failures their foster losses.






Another passionate bowl

Rice bowl, iron bowl,

Bowl of wishing for bonding
Bowl of reading amber




i am docile; a safety mechanism.

I am poor; a poverty obsession

I am blowing fools; a money rug



Dying for woman. I cried out I love gays.

New to this page: I wanted that whole.

Rhyming with myself I see that governing life
And making changes are pain.

I see that darkness without love is anger

Poem of being God: I stabbed life with my running.

I strove to kill my place in one hope -- fences.

You who wanted my life have my blades -- instruments of poesy and war.



love and play

Genie lived as slave to beast
Sylvia lived as woman for mike

Teach your war to your loves.

you have made this interesting; I am playing with a jug.


Protest, broadcast, forecast

My rich lovers gave me one way to have what I thought I wanted:
Treason to failure.

okay, I'm guilty about my life.

Okay, I'm angry about your freedom.

Okay, I'm a woman who can be stable.

I embrace you as calm.

Shaken, not stirred

The only gift I can offer is myself.

I must say the following will start as usual -- no planned ending, a beginning with whatever comes to mind and some type of inchoate thought process that results in confusion on the part of the reader -- where do these nuggets lead to, can they, do they hang together?

Teasing me a monster of clay.
A mostly poetic rose not listening.

Dean is good as my hope
I thought I told him to be a feeling.

Disdain at living so people do cold horrible (parse)

You have made me peace androgyny

It is better to mind persons and love hopes


When you love what i can change then be soft.

The angles, the male scales, the poetic places;
The warrior mother, the being faded.

The seeing of my peace makes dears so big.

I teach myself to have for my Goddess, poems.

Creation from Brigid: dean said bother woman.

I feel that I am running to be a failure.

No one who can deal with safety is afraid.

The pace of reading is not the same as this.



Grew to give

Fathers, freshets, freres, foibles, frogs, fear, feening, another possible death.

Killing one lover is the place of my belief. (ouch)
That lover changed. That lover was a mick -- plague my womanly drug.

Irish cancellation

She called me fool. She called me blow. She called me boss.
I return to slave no one's called me woman.

I dogged a possible baby. I can live if I love my hopes.


Okay, this is anger:

Dealing over the beliefs of the women is like giving steam.

I substitute words like woman for "Christian" as a result of accusing others of maintaining hierarchies when i dream that i can sleep with bosses.

A boss is a hierarchical term.

Here I am, spelling out the affliction.

Each opposite's opposite is its identical being. i can only say that i am poor, so that's the admission that my money is a possible part of pain.

You who want me to live like what i dream of. So I hereby live. I dream of wives who like my place. I give this knowledge so that you will dream of your safety, which is beautiful.

I threaten with drugs; i throw my anger at the part of the homeless that wants my strength. I have to make a place for this man who is being a road to coldness.

He and I were nice. He and I made terrible angry changes.

You want particulars.

I made this freedom (known as a human being, existentially) give me his love. i played his wife. She wants my bitch. He won't give me anything because neither will I. He has the violent anger that makes me want to save my place in my word, which is this fool.

Perhaps you don't know I take literally that the altar of the Goddess is the body of the priestess.

Perhaps you don't know that everything I write makes me a good person. (my delusion, sorry).

I give you anger.

It's because yes is high school.

Cryptic?

I mean you to free life from wisdom. You are playing the happiness of safety. I can not be wise or i will be a wise woman, not a priestess. There's no possible goal without both possibilities and trust.

My goal is to listen to you. My motivation is to seek my base.

That is the circle. My base is my genitalia. I can not make womanly motherly safe freedom if I have no poem.

Ore dean gives chase to his parents.

It's my occupation to admit that i felt incestuous leanings at the same time as I felt transgender leanings (fantasies) This means that i am poored because I thought my own life was the only place I could live with my needs. I have to find this place where all the life that is in androgyny (the simultaneous co-existence of all the elements of gender and sexuality within me) becomes this person who is a lousy bothering muttering presence.

You need to live. i need to live. Therefore I make a lay plaid mick.

My mazda (not Ahura) is one change.

Thnk you for being my place in life. I now return you to the regular channel.

(Amber law: home gives weather)

Having read this over, I give my naked blade to be bird lover.

Execution

One may believe that justice is when a good mother, in her divinity, has every loving poem and belief, as well as every gentle feeling of succour and happy regard, given to her in order that she may have every caring solace for her kind presence in the lives of her children.

I believe that when dreams are coming to fruition that it is necessary and incumbent upon each of us to show devotion to One who all hold dear.

It's the fear of knowledge that brings fear of hope.

In this moment I know that safety and praise do bring creativity. It is not possible, as far as I can tell, to give any happiness without safety.

Safety without beauty is cold and less than free.

So knowledge and creativity are free.

One cannot put a price on them nor deny their all-encompassing diffusion.

I have thought for a long time that I try to buy love on the theory that without something in return that I don't like to feel safety because it says what I have is not justly mine.

Therefore I give in order to maintain what I have taken. That's capitalism.

Since my own life has left me so afraid, I must ask you what have I to create?

I must hope change is here.

Peace (answers) a dream for good is making peace with the failures to believe with sincerity and love that I have demonstrated.

I do love.

I played cards.

When you love, you live.

Mother Goddess, I paused and found coldness. As you have fed my happiness, so I feed your pleasure.

A pony sunset.

Woman guards hearts.

I am free to change!

Always Blustering

Julia

Know language, love home

Deriving clients from wisdom

Hasto poem peer blade
A groom foals deathly

Beasts chase no kin
Fear bothers hate

I collect my home


I feed keeping with
a book's dog.
with no place
You know that love causes
a busted beacon

Argue carefully or there's
Jane

I wondered what you fought for.

Now you are the pest and
bliss is fame

A man with bombs (a mess of a piece)

Who would bomb and destroy? These next lines are the words of the person I know who would do so. This is the person I carry inside, and I know that I try to make this better.

"I try to feel love. I can't let anyone ever live with safety when I am poor.

I called life one beautiful home. I made love love."



This is not for everyone. This is for what I love. I love charge (poem): And life.

You know that I can try to change. I treat myself for why failure is peace.

I feel bad like one who is in pain from change. It's killing my own safety.

I can't make this life stronger. I can't make you love what I love. I only need this to be my own possibility.



Am found with beliefs.



I lied when I said I would write only coherent products from now on. Sometimes I am in anguish and need to pour out what is there. I'm sorry if this bothers you. I don't get it, but sometimes I have to push myself to the limit to identify what I feel and the source of that feeling so that I can identify how i have to change to be more free.

Everything I make makes me also.

Tell me what you want.

I want safety. I want part of safety. I want what no one can take from me: love.

She (the Goddess) is beautiful. I can't be what i thought there could happen for me. I thought I was the mother of RMM. That is false. I'm the part of peace that is dealing someone's play.

I know this makes no sense. I am playing out someone's drama. I have to stop.

Read read read.

A bunnny wants clean changes: these are pain.

Giving out drugs makes you a bomber.

When you like what I love, then I will be this aroused part.

Seek safety with Sisters.

Finished

I am going to attempt henceforth to feature writing that is a finished product, reserving inchoate attempts at self-expression for my word processing program and for only the most judiciously chosen lines, ideas, words, phrases and poems/features from that personal journal. If my readers wish to read the more disorganized expressions of my awareness then please send me a request and I will do my best to fulfill it.

Thank you.

JBM

A blind blonde

Allegro

See mother bothering (ouch)

Ingress

Engross

Mylanta

Places to grieve
A boat, A strong mother, A mother, A good person

Maybe that's my fault: I called this happy.

A good freedom examples me plane boss buck bars

Change is coming for my hostess

I Goddess darkened at jeer.

Place the good
A woman, A friend, A woman, A place: That's cold.

You and I have found one woman. She is bean. She loves a mess.
I believe you are same as what that crack found: a lone.

Speech

Ennoble ben
He charges like I wanted, with his likeness

Kiss a flog

I wrote to one thority giving passage to sarcasm. She ordered one love:
Safety.

Blam!

You can eliminate one marker: in glow you free word (must)

I made this to say that there had to be keen poems.

I rise for the mothers of angels.


Sweeping

A case for me.
Keep knowing that you ended seemingly as poem.

Grieve at weakness. You are climbing out for bosses.

Endure this place.

[No]

Then clout is pain.



Whistle a familiar tune: Give your hopes and likes.

I like me. I like that. I like no one. I like people.

People fear only the sucker. I found my share.



Pain draws ogres. And you feel pleased.

Effeminacy

A supple poem

Delays on the interstate to LA

Fierce -- adjourned.



Yawping toward freedom

A melee injures one poet
Failure caused it

Goddess softly always hopes home can feel peaceful
Outward girl says like life

Interesting to say that's penciled with blessings

You can love a boss for her bear
And stop wanting her.

As I can feel safe, I am poor.

Or

Ago,
Teenage lover made life feel safe

I made that one up


Please money for possibilities;
And
Give that to facts.

Chris
Cherish
Death
As
Possible


Nature is amore as peace and their heard change casts talk on feet

Say wonder for safety.
Slave anger taught my poem.




Grief for basically money.




As I like Andre, I feel softly a peaceful cold warm fraught fake peace



Widow

A mostly cold fool is slain




I read attributes of many people in simultaneity: They soar or they play.

Interrogatories:

Feeling like I stole my steak from a crop of pagan martyrs

I stole that from you, you client of bonding sharing banding zest.

Bowling

I rose nowhere; life crawled into her home living and saying handsome people
like beasts (possible is good)

Must accrue hope from sanity. Parking with your many flowers gives me love.

You started to love me and I saw your close road.

You called and I fell.

I found that yes to a woman is best for change.

Since I love you, I give poetry as a working door.


I love Samuel Johnson
John Boswell



Dear reader(s)

You can like a blog for me.
I am happy to like what you lived.

Book of Dreams

Ago flaze Peace

Guilt money is bodily flow.

A Raq can deal as -- busted.

Poem was belief.

I warred clones as streams to see a log.

Patience was a feeling.

Today mom is loving. I love her and that's hope.

Safety.

Avoidance: i tried to flee.

Autosuggestion creates dean.

I felt that a mother is being poor. I am soft.

And yes there's parshin of clay.


Nuisance fun.
Clay goes blazing.

Abstract darkness gives martyrs.
Interesting way to feel peaceful.

I can talk to you for that trust.

I.

Today there's a hooker making life forward.
Oh.

Safety is peaceful as dreams on streams.

Cancer will feel foolish. I am sharing my plan.

You love it as water.

QA

Aberrant pain sickens the ornery softie.
Clean and cold the woman asks for class.

My density is my nature.

I poured one good savior: jerk.

That's my friend.

Keep your name alive. Keep your hopes alive. And know one sane whore.


Changing.

whining on the money

I am no longer in love with poetry, but rather with baloney. By this I mean I am interested in those intellectual subjects such as history and philosophy which so misconstrue and demean human life. Why would I care? I can only say that nothing I do can affect the bedrock of existence. I am a skittering rodent or a crawling vermin looking for sustenance on the surface that has been provided for me to inhabit. This surface is full of foreboding inclines, forbidden substances, and competitors as vicious or as lost as I am. Certainly there are fascinating possibilities of hiding within a hollow or below an outcropping of waste or of following the intricate and doubled-back paths which abound in this disarray. There are also succulent sources of sustenance such as this decayed outgrowth or that droplet of liquid making its way into a muddy slough of some inches in extent. But this bubble of life depending on surface tension and a certain distribution of material for its existence is merely a dependent, conjectural residue on the great and stony matters of life, those which engage most human mortals: getting and giving what is necessary to maintain self, family and community in a world of apparently cruel majesty and dangerous triviality. I can do nothing but be an INDICATOR and OBSERVER whose own fragility and possible inanity turn others' attention back to the matter of living within the given environment: earth, water, sky; demons, allies, governors. The commentary is contingent; the continent, of cold clay.

If a stick breaks in a forest under the feet of a rhino, is the sound peaceful or one for some small regret?

I will probably write verse but it won't bring together people. As I am, I live for supposition, fantasy and dreams. That won't interest you, or --?

Sheer Joy

Umbrellas answer for feeling because I told one as lover to be place.
She knew that I caused her to be free.

I saw that I had been one and that was Raining.

Enjoy the time that you have softly and have with feeling.

A place with one hope dreams of life.

You will give safety and like what the dreams are.

A dream was living for poetry. I want to love.

Maybe safety will save strength as softness.

Enter the hopes with happiness.

Craft works -- enjoy!

Journal I

Empiricism and Knowledge

Above trees, life is a window: available and strong.
Toward life, people are peaceful.

You are knowing with amazing freedom.

Shit.

Your love greets every place as a vision.

Your astrological freedom is life: be safe.

Angelic home is where love saves peace.

Peace causes life as being is one ware.

She likes being with a view that answers fascination.

You have lived with hopes. Making safety is home.

Pain calls itself fear.

Angelic home is loving.

I call your love beauty. I'm safe and happy.

Your safety is feeling.

Being says like home. A good lover is peaceful.

You have pleased me. I create love with safety.

Another place is good. Another hope is free.

A heifer.