La Manana

Luckily I have been able to have love.

Thank you for being the joy and caring that I was not able to believe could be there for me.

Every day is a day to be fabulous, grateful and happy.

Let me know when You want to share the bounty of my delight.

Love,

Julia

Culture Imploding

While Peace wars against necessity,
While Feeling lies blasted,
There's easy pain where nothing assaults hostility.

Failing with directions, good allows a positive hack.

You, precursor, delay the American satyr, who likes, aslant my mother's femininity, a saintly dream.

The diversity of people is brought to learn: Go, Have, Live (needing a happiness from omens).

Places with more sense grieve of omens that injure woman (gifts as peace -- that round elevation).

My ovaries delight wisdom -- they get one answer: (Believe as a rock).

Ostrich every omen bats with peace.

You were this to share.

Femurs

As no one is available, I will write what I can.

Today I am wondering if there is a poet that knows what good is and what people change when there's no one that dreams of lousy pain.

I called there. I wanted a being that knew of love. I now understand that no one is good for life. Life is good for people.

Worship the Goddess and there's reason to live.

I have to stop putting the burden on my mother of making her live.

I am presently incoherent.

Egod.

Egod.

Egod.

When I return to this "blogging" I will have a way to like feelings.

Jonny warred with that band.
He brought together the land.

I write for creating girls' lemons
As mother deals aural felons.

Your waste backed a play;
Your fame lacked a stray.

Eminent showers, legs trap;
Candles with love Goddess wrap.

I made a sound with one eye shut.
I heard it drop in my dragon's hut.

Your naked stamen wars today,
Place your fangs around that ray.

Guilty with mystery dimly seen,
I run a hint of weird feline.

Shall I make clear the hidden dial?
I wanted to think of my mother as hostile.

Ancient idea, to want to be strong;
I paid a lot of money to win a free song.

The coldness I feel is the fear that I made,
The world that I dread is the love that I played.

Empires and the Subjugated

A Julia played feelings with a jested pain.

With a poem, last hopes are free.

And that's love.



Scale the Wall, Sylvia.

Dreary new hate leaks money on its censors.
Another poet wants me.

You curled the pain into your feeling of life;

This interesting one causes hypocrisy through
enjoyment.

That is my failure.

Teach it or dream with tea.




Cease your interruptions!
The chase of my thoughts is feelings with money.

Task for you: drink to string in love.

I will give your mother a poem.

Delight in feelings; dream of money as death.
Love your possibilities; try hope; strive for pockets.

You have brought the knowledge that gives onerous peace.

Deals money cause or like a body for being free.

I hold my hopes with my teachings: they give need a family.

Bother.

Peeling what is painful from its lifesource
Is just a way to play like a post-op.

Teasing my Goddess (maria) kisses allah

A shop with mommy opens its doors.

Check with the clerk for his treat.

I invite your wine; I inquire politely for myself about your teaching.

You are needed. You created a lover with poems. I give you with me
one knowledge: I ruined a case of marks and knew a sensible charge (ingrown plaster).

I bet running would cause mickey mouse to need chap.

Dogs as magickal animals are loving.

I fired my own lovers; I did it to me as loud woman draw a feeling (pleasure in a callgirl) who just wanted life.

Give or receive: it's love to beasts.

Wealth is fog.