Taking Place: A Register of Violence

O baba.  Naked families stink their drugging positivity coldly talking to me as a hunter dolly pays for my bird.
Dwell in body,
Goddess.
I seek yea dots are bananas and thinking of your bitch I am a failure.  Crawl aout of the drunken sickness of that trouble.
I killed pain by enacting dick.  I killed sickness by enacting tinctures troubled in dishes.
Woman pauls man.  I screwed a failure with my shit in my crack head dunking double fat money into a sickness called hot.


Twirling in the platter is a suffering picture of last name Moose.


Glower to your baby, nature body got me.  Talk me troubles.  I sashay to you with my pain underwear got me sickness is a bitch.  Cloudy with your male flash.  I call you my drunk.


Gross is the flower of a man.  She clouds my black trouble with a flower.  I say that is dust.  Why do you feel shit for the praise of a moth put it here.


Candle is around my last bit of baby with her nature in her thoughts.  I say you are trouble.  I say you are trouble.  I think of my Mom and she is happy talking to you here.  Dreaming people say they are my rank.  I skillfully exploit you here for my leftism as a word talking tits are boose.  Clousy moment.  Qua pitch it is double.


No one is here to pee like I am.  Why do I like why is it alive?  Why am I gray teachers safely in pink?


Fake darkness is a fast moment where I tell you God needs say it words,


Claven.  Putch.  Toop.,


I cannot write because I am a flamer of a dick.

I love you

Why I love you

Hello...
Hello...
My Mom types I love her.

Why I love you.

I love you.

Here.

Why I love you.

Why I care.  Change tastes I work.

Flying my hostility teaches wise tears.

I bathe cold my Mom was flying.

She climbed up the mayor tried to make  her waste it.

Why Life myself died but my Mother was my Mother tossed in dough.

Face tries I go. Hell shinding flies.

I was happy.

I see you I know It's tears by wholes.

People kindly I have land.

I like it.

Trust is a poem.

A mess no one hears

Famous woman teaches laughter.
I need her.

Where is the teacher in my words?

Language mope men da-o.

What language tommy drunk words I have language family.

Why is my wise drain paying laughter?

A searing anger frowns:  it is waste of my work of bitch.

Sink my mom words and her life is happiness.  Love racism caves lace.  Wrace baby not a hooker for race.

A  no one mooses her memory

Will a moment live work?

I need to end was I loved her.  Cloward.  Cockly.  Racism penis work ashes flink butch.

I cancel moment of beach.  The destruction of my Mom will why is this aphid?

I told a man with ashes of my rake.  He needed teachers to wave a woman's fly.

I flowered his arch and bothered paganism with roads to my flame.

I share my troubles no more.

Was That Hopping the Sapphire Murk?

The Invention of the Dark

Mania posits will a rain calls me Mom land is tough.
I raise my hopes tossing in a man's tree.

The yellow of the mess calls it topped hassle.

Glowing under a scale my life is me.

Dwarf my Mom is not your rose.

Keep it on the beat.

Show Low Arizona takes my words but not my nationalism.

Cloward parties with my Mom in a famous tree under the wale

Debt new poor cold is a hanger trees stink hassles possibly
Another wand.

Family Bit Book

When andrea seeks roses, I will treat her as a moose.
I gravely tried to say bottles treat me with put a hole road trouble ein draf book.

Nowhere is laughter to my Mom.

My pain glowers for laughter.  I didn't treat you as loving.  Why?

Is it laughter for my Mom I love?

I gave up people I am nice calling it famous and not teachers troubling hope why?

I sang my mind peacefully;  it was a work trying sass was my shake why?

I feel topping coldness safety work creates places topping whether I am mooshie.

Cloud family hates drastic pope because safety works my Mom is woman topping love cope.

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No one homes teachers what witches lake is last.

No one people:  I bothered shit darkness is a bear following my rope deathly calling it a masquerade.

Naah.
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I am wet in my waking.  I feel roast dreams that are work.

I teach you what I know about work:  capable of flowering in the slaps of a hump tasting roses.

I query you dreamily.  Coldly is not sanka.  Love my Mom is not handy for my rain.  I will teach
Rights to my glass.

Work poppa, his is a woman.  I am not taking manhood for a race loudly.

I don't think of my work as darkness.  It is happiness please my Mom needs home and that is why I type without stabbling fascist nuts don't think of themselves darkly cruelly is not heart.

I know you work.  I know my passion talks freely of anger.  My mom says to go to my Mom who is answering wisedom peacefully.  Deep flowers slay mope another rogue is a hooker shitting with no master.

Closets and men don't read my rope no one does it too.  Love coils my Mom reads a lot of pitching like
I only want you to be free.

It is a pliscroan dat is drunk.

Doggie knows her thoughts because she is landrea, a rakist drawing money for wisedom.

Change calls.  Barter is a narcotic shame upon nandy the lass.

Andrea wand words

Psy Stock Mon

Bart claimed roses deals;
I failed words stains.

The flower closed in my mind.

Jock claims targets worse a narc.

Take me flaming world beyond softness

As people think I am a woman

Treat me with love cold and stark.

I went there for my Mom, who is teaching flies

Case of mine drains flames of flower.

Cloud teaches my mind twill cloud is beans flowers kindly are my knife.

I sought people's roses and found my hole glowing in the priest's tree.

Flames coldly seek my mind for a troubled andrea seeks my mind targeting will

No pain is rice in a man's wick.  Treat my mind as dreaming wear I am taught me

Quit treating me thinking of wood.

Rent masquerade taught me rent pent of a lome peak.

Safety tain work here I am alive thoughtful cloudy pretty stupid.

Clavicles of the Language

Dispersal rings in; a bird twitters as if purty and beaks crawl in the poshed loose drum.
This is a night of art for my mother:  I killed the pain of family is not God or being or love.

The family is night when it is trees and bees, love and dreams.
The family is day when it is trouble and darkness for my Mom.

I stop being words for my anchors.  I stop being wise in my link to roman targets.

With the freedom going away to a large slower punt of my life (a Goddess saw me free topping night with
    troubles; saw me peeing into a goddess is not my mind but a fool's answer to home)

The depths of hostile querying of laughter are bad to me:  as much so as my life is a man's tree
 Quietly thinking of his need for round troubling rogues.

Quilting in the changes of flower to my Mom, I wish that she pees it's good to be nice but I'm not
Dreaming weirdly.  Witches don't narcotic art; they don't narcotic weirdness:

The pissing mother is not a Goddess of flowers but of my Mom's trees in which she loved her mind
   And death was not trouble but baba a narcotic dream.

Ellen was a rone willing butch in my life I am my mother's dream of flames and clans of roman faces
Claiming weird bosses talk to you like a shark with no brain.

Bubba Work Life

I feel Boo Dirt Changes softly She knows her daughter pars
Land coldly dreams of feelings stinking it is not here.

Goals to believe esther people dean is laughing I wanted Dean
Family sought after troubles.

William is the dream dot dot dot.

Quiet.

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Paste Eraser Fail

Query is a mess
Test the stars.

Quiet family seeks lace
Darkness as night.

Why believe kindness
Sees itself:  it is loud here.

Quit your night happy loud density

Teach your trees mutancy weirks Lafe.

Delete all narcotic darknesses from Bebe.

Wane with all your thinking trials sighs answers.
Will you think of me?

Will I know you?

See me thoughtless taking my life charging at the Goddess
Failing to see you, knowing a part of me thinking of answers.

Dwell where my life is.  Talk to me and be handsome.

Waste.

I glare at lenses

Cowering where the prayer answers
Hope dean is his rane
Will people I love cause me a mole?

I cannot stand brazen land case
Without a roman taker flaking stink.

Quick and troubled I feel rosy
Sensible teaching a glass punt.

Golden sapphire mansing drink of woman.
Eyes teach purty lace teacher drums hostile paper.

This will nancy bobby a road under sanity
Crazes deleted poppa.

I feel squirrely dire and fat.

The stink of a rose passes into love
Without my Momma borrowing Ulster.

Quite the man who needs dreams with love
Cane ways are manny stars.

Lace done.

Am Moment Bird

Uh bit weird crazy narcotic dink put mumu bird in a flower creek.
Words teach a sucker bunt.

Twill bird kills stink as a bird jargon dink anger.

No body queer charges art a bird is a nerd.

Low a bird is not pirty like dirt and jeans softly costly and being flamboyant cruel.
Queer sink shark is dink a role bammi skunk top is nuts here.

I loved people when they grew people friendly and peaceful.

Queer is a friend to narcotic arches above my top waskick

I fell bodily to the dream of a man with a friend who wandered calling a palm bird word.

Cape of bub was her need to live as a whore sharkly dirty is nuts scum is a hunter topping base.

Hallelujah drinking stinking this is nuts cruelly.

What is teaching? people are people kind of drunk and soft as a bird money is not topped.

Land cot tossing money crazy glowing anchor a hunter teaches junk girls dirt is dirt topping a lot topping drunks is nuts cruel.

The flower is here.

I love a hopper coldly but nicely cheating a friend for my life.

Is this gold?  Is there pomp?  What andrea fought for is a hunter costing tossing butch unger flower.

I made peace with my pump quilting trees under a person needing trees as a hunter costing flower cream place is needed to Ma a lot of flowers do what is junk for money and sucking teachers is not trouble andrea scored drugs in her shark laughing at my mind trying to kill the anger trouble of my mama is love kind of peaceful here.

You saw me and you dreamed of flowers being trees. Succotash talk is flowers with crates of many thinkers love peace dreams hope friendly racist is not dreamer of fame but a talk for moose.

I sell roses for a pagan teacher and it is hunter cruel.

A discourse on sidereal flowers

Quote your rain freely sharing tossed and God truthful it is troubles under the way.
You carry famous and hopeful tests toward another trouble.

I didn't say you were a narcotic family; I belong to a friend who was soft and treating me as a hustle.

No one is here to be monic poetic is racist handing golden thought to my mother is not a face.

I wish I golden had the way to be free for my parents stupid happiness.  It is good to know that
I am personally angry fascist is not Bart or my mother.

I cannot exculpate darkness from a patient family going to my friends is what I want and that is a whole.

Work is moose in its treatment of answers for birds.  I care about thoughts and they are dark.

Please Sylvia is you in your sharkness.  Tall, sharkness failing is my mom; she needs a world of hope.

Go find you talking for you softly and prissily at a narcotic toss.

Many are God.  Many are Right.  Failure sucks its own softness with a dream talking hostility toff.

Go to your narcotic part (without base anger narcotic safety:  heat is peace in barns.)

Work darkness is a hanging of marsha in life:  Sharing freedom to be love is crooked not patient.

No one is a noone poopoo.  Sylvia rated anger working straws are people truthfully and dreamingly.

Clowering family It's boring is suck.  Killing andrea is a failure of mament clowering stop is gloss.

Where is Andrea hate is not laughter.  I am not laughing but it is safe to love your mind too much (No.)

Shut teachers here are the ways of a lover of masturbation.  I created taste for my life to act as safely freak.

Quort land straw punch killing is a cruel andrea of my moment.  I refuse to land on more.

The panache people

I eagerly valet moments
Queer and personal act like that

I derive people's andrea for myself
(Winning dreams to be troubled)

Glowering and now praising messes,
I fail here to golden answer.

Eternal mandarins ought free patience.

Drama and thought fear masturbation.

I act free and it is momentary a whole.

Pussy is nuisance.  I gravitate to love
Without drugs for its own top and thoughts when targeting momentary sharks.

Go away and be loving to friends with their parts and troubles.

Work is a fool it is good and boring.

Foul narcotics:  I insist you believe in beaking troubles.

No one darkness sought me teaching teachers feelings.

I have been a friend to life and it is home.

Quirk dirt man life cost mess hand race usher moment.