Friday, August 22, 2014

Notes Toward An Insanity Plea

Every word that belongs
Belongs where I am.

The famous one narcotically
Trauma reasons itself.

I fought fown words

There are no words
Telling me there is nothing.

When you give me
Thanks,
I say you are a nut.

No one belongs in this
Hard-on stupidity.

It is my family that
Fears me.

No one needs That.

Foes of my life
Deal me Apartments.

No one is happy
With Apartments.

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Was that narcotically
Another narcotic?

I simper-ally suck ass.

I seffer for much
Us is you.

I love you with
Everybody as my life

Enters itself Like
Reasonable Families

With hope and happiness.

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A Mama A Mama No one
Wants This.

I freely suck ass.
I don't like it.

You like me

I don't like you.

That's how my life
Involves people

Who borrowed dreams
And love as art (Carney).

You think of me
Narrowly.

I know you were very
Three Two One Artistic.

I know you failed
Teaching Bars.

I have loved you;
I have fought you;

I didn't remember
Sickness;

I didn't remember hate;

When parties remove themselves
I have you and it is a hooker.


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When will you
Feel like a whore?

I hate this pain.

I resemble words
When I am good.

No one feels this way.

I have parties and God
Seeks nut.

Remember that
You feel another way.

Words need love.

I fancy my life
Differently

Than your maniacal
Thinking reasonably.

What Family means
To fart God?

And feelings recall
Men.

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I have borrowed
Racism

To act like my life
Felt like Art.

I feel Drunk on foolish
Sick God.

She made me happy.

She made me a woman.

I feel your name believes
In me.

I feel your thoughts
Derive happiness

And love where I am.

You seek nut.

You seek fame.

I borrow my life
To love you.

Cold and Parties sicken
Me

Like family without nerd.

As long as my words
Drunkenly give home

To a thought of beauty,
I will feel strong.

Leave.


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The Rood and The Bean

To disinhibit thinking,
Begin Love.

No one holds me;
It is nothing or birds

Teach me nasty omens
Feeding anger with

Cheese and Talk
Of martyrdom.

I didn't like that dream
When You thought

Sharing made me a
Narcotic Road:

Happiness on the Shining
Path to Morocco.

When  I feel art (Carney)
Fails me because of

Words or anchors narcotically
Artistically -- feen --

Drolly working them lives
Down to your love,

Many Goddamn suckers
And I talk to you

About my friends feeling
Baloney head dream of

Wilson, Sharing, Flaring
Words Teaching Nut

Dreams causing maniacal
Language of my face.

Goddamn maniacal
Love needs happiness,

It is overwrought, overrun,
Overheated Feeling Priestly:

Racism is not my life.

I don't like it.

I feel my life as a
Freak because

That's the movie
Sylvia and I watched

So many years ago

Along with the Imitation
Of Life with Claudette Colbert

And an excellent black woman
Actress wise and a rude

Putsch sickens narcotic pain
Dying as narcotic Sartre.

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Words Maniacal Darkly

Your narcotic thoughts
And my family

Need happiness for my
Extra freak road.

I hope you will sicken
My thoughts:

I will then have my own
Reason to love you.

Paranoiac constructions
Always seem positively

Renounced for their changing
Bone.

Golden thoughts seek me
As long as I don't care

Partly narcotically sapphire;
Partly belayed fame;

A paw loosens the language
For its own act

Of rosary darkness.

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Skills

Breezy Art (Carney) Maybe that
Was it.

You needed art (Carney) always.

I rarely arrAQ
I Raarely desire

Poer

Fame Borrows nut
Through the

Coldness of my past.

Wise people feel better

Darkness and Breezy darkness
And Tark of momentary

Ashes need my life to have
Woman man pan tran Glan

What is you?

It is my family which
Desires distance from

A hateful Goal.

What fame brings is
Need to hold pope racked

In a merna wook.

You don't like my life.

I don't hate my life.

I sorrowfully fuck
Nigh racism

Hates borrowing
Word to its

Peace God Drunk It is
Whore dying drunk

I am a fool.

Oboe.


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Moving To Albuquerque


Why am I alive?

I have no happiness sickening

Love with peaceful racked
And drunken dreams.

You feel money as
A nerd dies for peace.

I have many trees; I have many
Illnesses.

I pretended to work my life
Andrea didn't sicken me

Suck it is poor.  I have pain
Stupidly gone to its own bird.

Chicken and Family are
Words needing hard-ons

Teaching maniacally the
Famous Cold Part of Life

Third men feel like shank
Folding Balonies into

Blake.

You feel my life darkness
teaches a Goddess

Another way is making
Rights party with a whore

Losing itself to be family
A Goddess sickens itself

Happy Thinking drives my life
To poems

With nothing and naked hassles

Family sucks it sucks it

I hate it.  No one belongs where

Borrowing cannot teach
Stink Family my Mom

Believes In her hands.

(This is so incredibly sad.)


Woman cop you had nothing
 Here.

Will peace and a pop fake
Worc

Nanny Na Ba La

Feel me please please act please
Here Flea Is Poem

As Wof Fame

Ras

Tape

Land

Land
Pain parties momentarily

Sickening a wise

Cold imp no one knows

Hate is shit no one
Cares pines star

In a Flaying Drug

For its beast of a
Mom people love
Her Sartre Grinds

Teaching Flays

You are a Goddamn
Need top me.

World is your

Paschal Road

Lace Make

More Stability

Is Nart Dar
Fee.

Please end this
Body of Cold
Dreams narf

Oil please cares of
Runes: Bum Gandering

Lack of Hate

Sees itself Thinking

Here With You

Here With Life

Here With Peace

Here With a Woman
Ash see nee lee

What peace is that?





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