A little clean

As my own life is answering patience with loss, I am worried that there is answering openness and there is being stable.  I have been cruel but I do not think I am a no one.  I know one.

This is not the only deal that is about change.

I am part of stopping that which is roads to (loop).

You can listen.  You are what you need to be.  I love you.  And I am safe and creative as much as I am without change.

Okay,  That's Sartre.

Act V

I am more than stick
and I am more than tired

I am terribly past being
a martyr

I am baloney

Capital was my rout.


I cared desperately for
my own loud drama.

Sampled the golden plow.

As far as I know...

As far as I know...    Mathematics gives you a lost rope/roe [typo -- the last].

As far as I know ... Mathematics is a mess.


As far as I know .,.. I am baloney.


As far as I know ... I taught myself this passion [for being me][a rock][a bowl][a dream]

As far as I know ... This is the patience I am bane/banned/cast for.

As far as I know ... That which is a tape is rude.

As far as I know ...  I am bored.

As far as I know...  That's the passion I created when I thought of this "openness."

Today, Tomorrow, Yesterday

Yearning for the ground She has brought from the aftermath of freedom, I give you cheese.

My Family

In my family ... my mother has forgotten that my father used to beat me.

In my family ...  I want to hurt my mother and don't know why.

In my family ...  There is no answer to this pain.

In my family ...  there is no writing about my family.

In my family ...  No one is a poor person.

In my family ...  I am baloney.

Poem

Horrendously engineered words.

I positively creatived
Dark ark of book.

As a loud nut, I am a mess.

I don't like art because it is
Decent in its stopping with a ram.

I was a nut job because of my
Orgasms.

I paid rams to give me a loud
Drink.

Cop.

Is.

Shit.

Brilliantly happy.

Land is a fine and solid fact of our lives that of course has all the dimensions of beauty, practicality and spirituality that so many seek.

When there is a lot of loss, and also a lot of wonder, I know that I can believe that my own strangeness becomes massively apparent and a true impediment to change and hope.

I have thought for years that when anyone licks their own body that it has a creative art that I wish I could practice without any kind of anger.  I don't believe that time is the same thing for everyone.

Now that you are fairly well anointed in the cruelties of being safe -- I say to myself and to anyone else drawn to this kind of negativity -- I hope you will abandon pain for a lot of possibilities.

Now I have become a mess.

Yours,

Mandolin/Orchis

Thanks for reading!

I backed my mother's crime

I think when I read this answer I will take this and be a mess.

A mind that doesn't create belief in its own strengths does not have anything which will belong to positive love.

I have no reason to make love its own star.  I only wish that I could say that I was good.  I thought to myself that I was good when I created this reason peacefully.  NOw I belong to aftermaths.

As I grieve this assessment let me say reasonably that I cannot feel good about this dogged rabid cruel family, by which I mean this aftermath of my pain.

My pain grows from nothing which I can live for.  It is only a feeling of being changed in order to make this dream a strong movement.

I hate making myself a man for its crazy tense flag.

As I can't work, am unable to say this is a song of creativity and am cruel, I have no ability for making a dream of love.

I wish I had somebody to teach reasonably that I cannot have love and say art is a role for my chastity.  Chastity is not what I think of when I am here to be loving.  I only want to be thought of as a mess.

Probably you wonder at these tedious circularities.  Why do I not simply break out and see what I have for the gifts they are and believe that all which is made is also good to be available for its own answer?

I relieve girls by being a man.  They are not the same as I intended.  I am not the same as I believe I may have felt was a man.  I do not say I care, but I do feel that I was intended as a dream of good.

Good certainly gives itself a knowledge of peace.  I believe that I needed to have my own rites/rights.

I do not believe that every I/one gives itself answers.  I only know that I cannot stand working for anyone who can't give me a rack.

It is truly destructive and amazing that I have arrived at this terrible circumstance where I cannot simply wish for a way to be peaceful.  I do not feel hopeful that I can stay at a being-crazy-openness and stay viable as a person.

I am not good at knowing what I want.  I do not feel strongly about my relationship to my efforts to be a gay cloud of mice stirring itself with a man's laughter.

I have made a problem for my creativity by being foolish.

I feel bad that I called myself a man.  I am stupidly thinking that I have to be rude:  Anger and laughter are cruel as they belong where family is my masquerade.

No one need be stable if they are loud.  I am also a loud draw for my own capital.

I know that if I work for myself I will be a laughter that doesn't belong to my life.

I cannot love a raft of bashing love.

I love ashes of a star.

No one can do this and believe in peace.

I only want you who wish for my life to be hopeful to be loud and angry.

I am probably not good for my positively loving family.

Do not feel stupid just because someone makes you feel like you are a woman.

Thank You

I love you --

Dawn

Why aks.

Aks is a Chaucerian usage ("ask).

I need a name.

Dear friends and others

Fact:  I am moping.

Mandolin Goldfinger.


Aks what I feel.