Rick the cabdriver

I am again attempting to relate to those who may read this the feeling of being in a lot of ...

I wanted to be a prince...

Let my art be ...



Crowds that fail to live with their people are in so much fear.



I fear art.  I fear love.  I fear strength.


How can I change?


Chastity makes life cruel.


I don't know whether you need to hear any thing that makes me stupid.  That's the truth I must stop ...


Entrances to my body....


Love is why I was reasonable.

I will that raymond try love.

Did she die?  (Janice, that is.)





Maybe you will have something strong for yourself.  I am a creep, etc.

Always a nerd will make art limber --- I hope.

Needs:  I read and feel.  My art is to absorb love and return it in another "fashion."

Guilty me:  I raise money by darkness.  I have to let go of that.  Where do you make money and love your people?

Else.

(That means I'm bored -- but I still need to let you know that I thought of being a laundress.)

You are very hopeful.  I will make something be happy by releasing myself from a flame called prison.)

Green cold sacks of androids make me stick to my drought.

Lick is rick.

Amusement

How are you?  I love lakes. 

I read some books that make me hope to be safe.

Gifts of mine are:  I love life.

Creepy but collective is last for teaching.

I have made one good people:  my life.

Ground with cement is concrete.  Haha.

Dressed as a boy was a plaster kid.

I now give love by needing happiness.

Slim is my life for good.

Planet (that this comes from) is Large.

Jupiter was needed.  I now like Earth.

When I hide behind the Moon it is to give myself auras.

Here I am a broad giving reasons for lovers to be soft.

Gratitude to you for reading these lines.

A ziggurat sinks into the forest floor.
At the bottom is a beautiful pool of clear water.

Do I descend or not descend?



Ledrip.


The bomb has gone off.
I am running toward a crumbling wall, with cinders and embers flying around me.  Soon I will be able to see nothing (from the smoke). 

Do I let go of hoping that I will believe feelings of patience?


Move.


Has there been a dream?

I thought I made a free lesson (in someone's dream).

Graph.





Dear Mom:

I am a female.  I give you simple safety from apples with frowns.  I wish to make you hope for books.

These notions are cruel. 

A blaze of change has made it peaceful.  I love you.  May there belong peace and goodness in your life. 

***

Laughter is life; I read this reader's hopes as rice (money to S.E. Asia).

You are alive and the dream is to mean happiness as ripe.

I return to the love that you are strong in.  I changed one art and wrote of it for feelings.

Be peaceful and thrive.

Thank you for the books.

Julia 

Reasonably expressive of internal conditions.  Now try to let go of your fear  of loneliness.