You are here. Many sorrowful answers are words that are stopped.
Clown.
You are body. Clown is star of friendship. Body got me and I am words.
Silliness Sylvia grew her family and I am her brain chalking the thoughts I have on the flag.
Souters. Dolly Calls me and I draw you. Here is my drum: clothes star their lives. Suck.
Belong. Where are you? I am you. This is a reading available to the public that wishes
Communication to listen to life..
I have brought planes and money to allow you to belong here, where bodies safely dry under a flowering world.
Please help me feel like you. I wish you were clowns.
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
Monday, February 9, 2015
Screaming Friends Itch Ago (Some time).
I am screaming. I am wondering why I am screaming. I am screaming at you to release a bent work(er).
Will my name. You are writing me. Why do you ask for a pig?
Dreams softly are birds as I am free to affirm war as a pig. Don the stars with your brains. It is beautiful where I am. Tolstoy boned it up with his beautiful spouse, starting with the year 18__. Killing a beautiful woman is tested by its own junkie. I screwed a junkie with no blame for her. She made me a knight flower -- gold tossed in a friend's drink.
Why do you flame when I am screaming about your nights, which render and are rendered blown by fleas. Skill and trusting in my fecal drastic holeness parties itself for a larger winter.
Gay night is a passage I freed my life to be flow and not her personality (which is peaceful as a bird, cold as a frank troll -- is there a pagan in my wort?) Clause One pokes itself into my rested enki. War is told to fail and therefore all belongs to the freedom of my brain.
Sickness is a megalomania of laughter not praise.
Quit this. The scream altered beer and I am a flame for my stash.
Will my name. You are writing me. Why do you ask for a pig?
Dreams softly are birds as I am free to affirm war as a pig. Don the stars with your brains. It is beautiful where I am. Tolstoy boned it up with his beautiful spouse, starting with the year 18__. Killing a beautiful woman is tested by its own junkie. I screwed a junkie with no blame for her. She made me a knight flower -- gold tossed in a friend's drink.
Why do you flame when I am screaming about your nights, which render and are rendered blown by fleas. Skill and trusting in my fecal drastic holeness parties itself for a larger winter.
Gay night is a passage I freed my life to be flow and not her personality (which is peaceful as a bird, cold as a frank troll -- is there a pagan in my wort?) Clause One pokes itself into my rested enki. War is told to fail and therefore all belongs to the freedom of my brain.
Sickness is a megalomania of laughter not praise.
Quit this. The scream altered beer and I am a flame for my stash.
Intent
I skipped (troubles).
Climbing is here at you.
Quarrying it here (please here) is here.
Oil socks rolls I had your drama.
Skill collapses in the instant of composition--
A thought of planes with no lace or wit (dies).
Change calls me a rake for my slandering flower
A dais rosen/kavalier parts my mind cautiously
For a breath I do not approve.
Will you breathe me as I breathed others?
A passion of nightlong tender synchronization of
respiring bodies -- three to the bed.
Clowns. Are these cranes of good luck my mind in brief?
Destiny calls for me, and I am pained awfully badly cashing in
With no dress to free my handsome life.
Fuss is the strangled death throe wise ass stark as a flute.
Your place was here, pinned to thinkings tried and glued.
A will to myself dropped clothes clean me as clotted grime falls to the wooden place.
We are here.
Climbing is here at you.
Quarrying it here (please here) is here.
Oil socks rolls I had your drama.
Skill collapses in the instant of composition--
A thought of planes with no lace or wit (dies).
Change calls me a rake for my slandering flower
A dais rosen/kavalier parts my mind cautiously
For a breath I do not approve.
Will you breathe me as I breathed others?
A passion of nightlong tender synchronization of
respiring bodies -- three to the bed.
Clowns. Are these cranes of good luck my mind in brief?
Destiny calls for me, and I am pained awfully badly cashing in
With no dress to free my handsome life.
Fuss is the strangled death throe wise ass stark as a flute.
Your place was here, pinned to thinkings tried and glued.
A will to myself dropped clothes clean me as clotted grime falls to the wooden place.
We are here.
Sunday, February 8, 2015
The Excitement of the Only Possible Word
Flat rain bang water laugh
May twills creak love
I slip out words via a damaged consciousness:
Parts negated by social revenge against my green tensions.
Flue clue. A glove bothers me. Why the pain of medicine's cruelty?
No one will ever think of the word that bakes flies in my breasts.
20 years of treatment and chaos sizzles in its wake.
Notion traipses and it is sinking into a bowl loud and heard.
Clay bothers my ghoul.
My flank artists dander coned egos. Flee sircuses for your will is tan..
Booth stable; clown Jamie still says she is wind.
God. No God. With it you are ill; without it you are hilslslakf
asdlfkj\\
I cannot kill stasis with my plague.
May twills creak love
I slip out words via a damaged consciousness:
Parts negated by social revenge against my green tensions.
Flue clue. A glove bothers me. Why the pain of medicine's cruelty?
No one will ever think of the word that bakes flies in my breasts.
20 years of treatment and chaos sizzles in its wake.
Notion traipses and it is sinking into a bowl loud and heard.
Clay bothers my ghoul.
My flank artists dander coned egos. Flee sircuses for your will is tan..
Booth stable; clown Jamie still says she is wind.
God. No God. With it you are ill; without it you are hilslslakf
asdlfkj\\
I cannot kill stasis with my plague.
Rotten Flame
Skies askew war to life: murder puts itself in a wake flowering topping itself land God is work.
Softly I part my mother's love. She is drained from my slamming coldness (art is beautiful lace)
Clowns upend the trouble with peace in drunken stars sifted to my mind for their own dream.
Clothes, A Goddess, plains, rich parties, stars alive with hunter, claws of my mind wise as darkness'
flea.
Ghosts tender and shy, free me flowers darkness go to their night bodiless and besmirched understood
by glad flames as bulbs teaching linguistic tasks.
Fool you. These pieces of randy's blotched clay world do not fear stasis: cause blondes to like rope:
Ride the wave as you will.
Oorch. Nanny. Brooklyn's tests made life worse for my mental lease. Qua Sartre. Stilts and charts
wiggle their glowing praise at a droll flask. Build the chaos no place for rights in a baked fancy.
Softly I part my mother's love. She is drained from my slamming coldness (art is beautiful lace)
Clowns upend the trouble with peace in drunken stars sifted to my mind for their own dream.
Clothes, A Goddess, plains, rich parties, stars alive with hunter, claws of my mind wise as darkness'
flea.
Ghosts tender and shy, free me flowers darkness go to their night bodiless and besmirched understood
by glad flames as bulbs teaching linguistic tasks.
Fool you. These pieces of randy's blotched clay world do not fear stasis: cause blondes to like rope:
Ride the wave as you will.
Oorch. Nanny. Brooklyn's tests made life worse for my mental lease. Qua Sartre. Stilts and charts
wiggle their glowing praise at a droll flask. Build the chaos no place for rights in a baked fancy.
The Simple Truth
Bull Daggers, Dykes, Plank Why Bother. She doesn't know me. Positive cruelness blames its chinks flowering in my mind. Coldly stupid nut.
Why bother my mind. Why is it here?
Drama value of a sickened pig.
Go. Flay your mother's ninja plunk,
Quote it here: My mind is a stick of fallow mental blaze.
Cluse. Cluse. Blue you.
I nailed bruce to a braille tlink. Quires suffer drama plume.
Stuck me in a night head. Poo is a boo for blue.
Why bother my mind. Why is it here?
Drama value of a sickened pig.
Go. Flay your mother's ninja plunk,
Quote it here: My mind is a stick of fallow mental blaze.
Cluse. Cluse. Blue you.
I nailed bruce to a braille tlink. Quires suffer drama plume.
Stuck me in a night head. Poo is a boo for blue.
Saturday, February 7, 2015
The Vacillator
Moisy
Dark
Playful
Cruel
The Drug
War
My Part
Land
Strong
Loose
Pull
I borrowed borrowing flat out teacher. Dn rose.
Clay
Rose
Play
Cur
Flick
Naughty.
Spur the Troubled Lease
World of Blame
Art Fecal Rose
Snippy
Glands
I thought of that too.
Quit.
Stinking planet
Roosh Loose
I don't know.
Blat.
Trombone clank.
Strunk Well Words
Slip
I foam and I am Bruce's strength
a mess.
Coward.
I made my big strong free flat blade a droll planet.
Shit on me, nothingness.
You are teaching sexuality to my macy's droll trump.
Clatter
Wenc
She dressed in a pink mink shocking teasing lace world.
Clouds
I fall and am shaken to my shadow.
Dark
Playful
Cruel
The Drug
War
My Part
Land
Strong
Loose
Pull
I borrowed borrowing flat out teacher. Dn rose.
Clay
Rose
Play
Cur
Flick
Naughty.
Spur the Troubled Lease
World of Blame
Art Fecal Rose
Snippy
Glands
I thought of that too.
Quit.
Stinking planet
Roosh Loose
I don't know.
Blat.
Trombone clank.
Strunk Well Words
Slip
I foam and I am Bruce's strength
a mess.
Coward.
I made my big strong free flat blade a droll planet.
Shit on me, nothingness.
You are teaching sexuality to my macy's droll trump.
Clatter
Wenc
She dressed in a pink mink shocking teasing lace world.
Clouds
I fall and am shaken to my shadow.
The drawving plow. Weird blowards. Clouds. Sook.
Roman clouds stop bothering me. Where are you? Causing me a bird. Clanch cross is bood. Goddamn road to hell is another pretty trop word nature is boo.
I wrote this and I am a drunk queer sick and worldly flower clamoring with you.
Noise and sickness are my mind without flames there is boost. Sickness and you are thoughtful for me. Goddamn anger is my pain from my thoughtless drums. If you are free, keep me troubled and I will fear you because you are drumming me with a bird (tossed is bood). Kastle trauma weirdo.
I wish you would seek me as I tried to be my mother free of moose. Moose is a nerd. Moose is pain. Why are you part of me? Why are you here? Where are you? My stupid personal wenc. Clouds. Personal equals softness and targets farther than a moose is from my mind. Queer orgies trouble me with their flower called nothing hate me peacefully. Coldness mothering darkness is a fool's dramsa.
Causing me to live for you I am you here now there is peaece. Call me a nigke down here it is boo to be moo. Clouds are my mind. Clouds are my flower. Sausage is my mind. Queer troubles seek me my mind is lood. Shit on the society of peoeple cauting softness sere is boo. I boo you. Queer is a boo. Cause me because I will be moose to your thoughts. Dear narcotic man, peace is loud not thoughtful. It is your nice parts my mind is loud and pussy is shit when there is clouds for my mind sickening my night with a rose.
Sicken me with your thoughts. Make me a flower of roses dreaming of peace: party is boo. Clouds startle me with my mother's nancy teacher. Dream of woman. She is moose. I love you narcotically ouch is you.
Steep your flower in body of my mind. Weird is you freely dirt flower is you. Freely ticked into man.
Glower your mashes. I wrote you and you fleel murd test nothing is hate to my mind. Climbing to my dreams I sick it is nude. Topping my mind why is it thinking of me? I am her. She is her life calling stars to me. Why bother. Change is a moose softly dreaming of my mother's range to be harsh is not love.
I am not a rose. I am blash and I am a wake. Why would thar pee on me? She didn't say she was teasing me I have her crooked andrea partying with my flames.
Shit is nude. I am a lude calling for your rail to be a family of freedom. Shit is lacking me. I shit on God's flame. He wanted tops and I am a rake (shark is you, sickness is a man with pieces of world).
Pansy. Dreamer. Pull. Tops. I am raided by my thinking. It is sick to make my mind a failure. Why weird is my mind. Cold thoughts star my mind with hop-ing taste.
Clueless is you as dreamer night is tossing me with my mind and makeing taste a murderer's claim on pain. I am anot land or moose.
Sickness hates me. I hate playing this play. Tell the sickness that body is needed.
I do not need trouble from my mind. I need stars weird possibly I am a nothing. You like that tossing me is moose sorry for the tame blanguage. It is sickness to be a nut. Not you. Not anyone is alive for my mind. It is my mind I had and then the doctors sickened me with their cruel anger toward my mind. Ficking why bother. Shoot the drama with a laser and my mind will fall to their shit and be a person that needs sickness to be flowered and night is changed. I hate a narcotic darkness silly me I was here and it was why bother. Land is you. Cloward and darkness are slavery and pillows.
I wrote this and I am a drunk queer sick and worldly flower clamoring with you.
Noise and sickness are my mind without flames there is boost. Sickness and you are thoughtful for me. Goddamn anger is my pain from my thoughtless drums. If you are free, keep me troubled and I will fear you because you are drumming me with a bird (tossed is bood). Kastle trauma weirdo.
I wish you would seek me as I tried to be my mother free of moose. Moose is a nerd. Moose is pain. Why are you part of me? Why are you here? Where are you? My stupid personal wenc. Clouds. Personal equals softness and targets farther than a moose is from my mind. Queer orgies trouble me with their flower called nothing hate me peacefully. Coldness mothering darkness is a fool's dramsa.
Causing me to live for you I am you here now there is peaece. Call me a nigke down here it is boo to be moo. Clouds are my mind. Clouds are my flower. Sausage is my mind. Queer troubles seek me my mind is lood. Shit on the society of peoeple cauting softness sere is boo. I boo you. Queer is a boo. Cause me because I will be moose to your thoughts. Dear narcotic man, peace is loud not thoughtful. It is your nice parts my mind is loud and pussy is shit when there is clouds for my mind sickening my night with a rose.
Sicken me with your thoughts. Make me a flower of roses dreaming of peace: party is boo. Clouds startle me with my mother's nancy teacher. Dream of woman. She is moose. I love you narcotically ouch is you.
Steep your flower in body of my mind. Weird is you freely dirt flower is you. Freely ticked into man.
Glower your mashes. I wrote you and you fleel murd test nothing is hate to my mind. Climbing to my dreams I sick it is nude. Topping my mind why is it thinking of me? I am her. She is her life calling stars to me. Why bother. Change is a moose softly dreaming of my mother's range to be harsh is not love.
I am not a rose. I am blash and I am a wake. Why would thar pee on me? She didn't say she was teasing me I have her crooked andrea partying with my flames.
Shit is nude. I am a lude calling for your rail to be a family of freedom. Shit is lacking me. I shit on God's flame. He wanted tops and I am a rake (shark is you, sickness is a man with pieces of world).
Pansy. Dreamer. Pull. Tops. I am raided by my thinking. It is sick to make my mind a failure. Why weird is my mind. Cold thoughts star my mind with hop-ing taste.
Clueless is you as dreamer night is tossing me with my mind and makeing taste a murderer's claim on pain. I am anot land or moose.
Sickness hates me. I hate playing this play. Tell the sickness that body is needed.
I do not need trouble from my mind. I need stars weird possibly I am a nothing. You like that tossing me is moose sorry for the tame blanguage. It is sickness to be a nut. Not you. Not anyone is alive for my mind. It is my mind I had and then the doctors sickened me with their cruel anger toward my mind. Ficking why bother. Shoot the drama with a laser and my mind will fall to their shit and be a person that needs sickness to be flowered and night is changed. I hate a narcotic darkness silly me I was here and it was why bother. Land is you. Cloward and darkness are slavery and pillows.
Thursday, February 5, 2015
A Bird
Words, ashamed, without resonance or rhyme...
Parade out of the top of my spinal column onto this screen.
Plain and absent, body is a word.
A pit.
Loud, soft, Carlie, Strong, a girl.
Queer Bart softly softly drunken. Stark bodies and I am far.
No one breathes me. I breathed two: My mom caught me partying and now I am alone.
Softly, the troubles know -- are here.
Cloward saw me sitting in a library, reading his theory of the poor.
Cloward saw me talking to you, listening for my Mom making me worse.
Devils soar into painful adoring lenses.
Freer and alive, where I am.
Dreary and drunk with possibility (perhaps life will bless me creating dry and sick drools).
Answer my mind: What is my mind, peacefully?
What bends to my will without breaking and suffering?
What hopes will you know? My mind is presently feeding your night with its sand.
Peace bothers me, don't you know me?
It is pain (whores...) why bother my mind quisling?
Quit it. Vegetarian rubble piles up around me and I drive place is here; taste tossing my mind
possibly not even drawing blades to make me blow.
Lala. Man assas.
Lower than face.
Parade out of the top of my spinal column onto this screen.
Plain and absent, body is a word.
A pit.
Loud, soft, Carlie, Strong, a girl.
Queer Bart softly softly drunken. Stark bodies and I am far.
No one breathes me. I breathed two: My mom caught me partying and now I am alone.
Softly, the troubles know -- are here.
Cloward saw me sitting in a library, reading his theory of the poor.
Cloward saw me talking to you, listening for my Mom making me worse.
Devils soar into painful adoring lenses.
Freer and alive, where I am.
Dreary and drunk with possibility (perhaps life will bless me creating dry and sick drools).
Answer my mind: What is my mind, peacefully?
What bends to my will without breaking and suffering?
What hopes will you know? My mind is presently feeding your night with its sand.
Peace bothers me, don't you know me?
It is pain (whores...) why bother my mind quisling?
Quit it. Vegetarian rubble piles up around me and I drive place is here; taste tossing my mind
possibly not even drawing blades to make me blow.
Lala. Man assas.
Lower than face.
Monday, February 2, 2015
Why is this here?
Mama!
A word!
Glowering!
Believe!
Where are you? What is...What is....Was this this?
Birds ! Clowns!
I Bird you.
Glue Bird Alone is here I love you. Bird I would Dirk is Bird.
Castles! I love you!
Go away!
I suck ass.
Money is a way to work like a drunk.!
n
Clowns!
I worry too much. Work dies itself love. I work too much. Clouds in the Andrea glowing Slowly to my mind. Cruelty shares its night. Cruelty shares its beans. Work I love you. Colons clouds share life cloud s partly here I don't care. Sucking cruelly my mind is my mother working alive here with my mind alive.
i
Bullspihehit.
i
You Idon't even love me without dreams of a word called engines. Please help me work hard to be a knoiynlo\\n stuck up pig worker of moose.
Please stop making her.. Shit is not her. I am not flowers without freedomor money. Called here. Soweto!
h
No one belongs where my Mom is. My Mom is here. Alive. Cruelly here: is this that way? God knows it? hy I believe you are here. Slowly drunkenly here. Stop here. It is my mind coldly drunkenly lenses! Coldly grueling stars flower bars. It is a drunk.
Glowering why here? I bother you. Sickness is drinks when mama is narcissistic where am I here? I cannot tell her to be a soft word please drink Glowing flowers I don't know here. What is you?
Palaces flower with love in my mind coldly sorely a day flowers here.
Sun out. Moon be here. Cloud stars I love why it is here. Oh Goddess! Stars suck ass. It is not here. Stupidly. Why is it not here?
Coldly I know you lo ve me. Hick. Stark. It is you flowering a darkness fleeing me for my mind. Troubles itch me coldHly coldly. He is a nerd without droof cloof. She leaves it is not here. No one moans for my roses. Cashng in on my mind. Chaos darkness his triste queer dominating drive.
The sun calls me flower of racism terrorism it is not terrorism here why here? Hate dies and it is thinking war/k coldly flowers peace. Neshy blown poo castles bart queer peace words narcotic nothingness. Causes niceness terrorism. Rendered with poor night I am looking where you are. Sartre. Nil. Chaos. In the midst of flowers I am beast costing war to make love to weesink drug as life. Shit on troubles. Please stop bothering my mind with dreams of fleas and God drunk with peace.
She knows it is my mind to be loose here worthless. Concy roses loud bores Hitler caused pain to murderers of his pain. He was change in his hate. Stupid to become a cold sharer of death!
My mother caused me to shit coldly in my drum. It is you here. Why bother? I am my mother quarreling alive causes nicen ess. It is boost fleas. Clues. God is a naft balloon. Cold bothers Sartre. The Hitlers call me racist flower. Shit I am stupidly coldly a nose. Feeling he was here shit cold I need foomy cross peace cloward is his Bruce Chaos night peace Sartre I love you work is work. Death peace shop me to you. Why am I cold in my shit? You work here. It is here. Loud bothering pain. Sickness words darkness sharing flowers cold in my droll flower clower here. Moron! Coldly sharing it is boo. Boo is a booboo. Cold nice drunk sharkl loud it is a baby bothering home with mmy midnd. Hate stupidly is not dreams causing hope.
Shalls Poth is a stinker. Nothing. Affeelling coldly is here. I share. I flink. I pink. I naked change is Roman pained with its shit.
Close bothering top me share God with my Mom Heather world is a star. Claiming God is drunk is your blue boo. Stupidness sorrow is moose. Here is a pig. Golden targets may you be lobes fluing queer bold tumbles softly I am shank queer God softly bothers andrea talking to me. Commitment flowers in my mind . Sharing is a nerd whore pig clowering it is boo weird boo. Here is boo. Murder is cold. Cane darkness sick is my bear. To me there a dreamer stopping folding troubles drunk. Nothing.
Please see me with a wooden face.
A word!
Glowering!
Believe!
Where are you? What is...What is....Was this this?
Birds ! Clowns!
I Bird you.
Glue Bird Alone is here I love you. Bird I would Dirk is Bird.
Castles! I love you!
Go away!
I suck ass.
Money is a way to work like a drunk.!
n
Clowns!
I worry too much. Work dies itself love. I work too much. Clouds in the Andrea glowing Slowly to my mind. Cruelty shares its night. Cruelty shares its beans. Work I love you. Colons clouds share life cloud s partly here I don't care. Sucking cruelly my mind is my mother working alive here with my mind alive.
i
Bullspihehit.
i
You Idon't even love me without dreams of a word called engines. Please help me work hard to be a knoiynlo\\n stuck up pig worker of moose.
Please stop making her.. Shit is not her. I am not flowers without freedomor money. Called here. Soweto!
h
No one belongs where my Mom is. My Mom is here. Alive. Cruelly here: is this that way? God knows it? hy I believe you are here. Slowly drunkenly here. Stop here. It is my mind coldly drunkenly lenses! Coldly grueling stars flower bars. It is a drunk.
Glowering why here? I bother you. Sickness is drinks when mama is narcissistic where am I here? I cannot tell her to be a soft word please drink Glowing flowers I don't know here. What is you?
Palaces flower with love in my mind coldly sorely a day flowers here.
Sun out. Moon be here. Cloud stars I love why it is here. Oh Goddess! Stars suck ass. It is not here. Stupidly. Why is it not here?
Coldly I know you lo ve me. Hick. Stark. It is you flowering a darkness fleeing me for my mind. Troubles itch me coldHly coldly. He is a nerd without droof cloof. She leaves it is not here. No one moans for my roses. Cashng in on my mind. Chaos darkness his triste queer dominating drive.
The sun calls me flower of racism terrorism it is not terrorism here why here? Hate dies and it is thinking war/k coldly flowers peace. Neshy blown poo castles bart queer peace words narcotic nothingness. Causes niceness terrorism. Rendered with poor night I am looking where you are. Sartre. Nil. Chaos. In the midst of flowers I am beast costing war to make love to weesink drug as life. Shit on troubles. Please stop bothering my mind with dreams of fleas and God drunk with peace.
She knows it is my mind to be loose here worthless. Concy roses loud bores Hitler caused pain to murderers of his pain. He was change in his hate. Stupid to become a cold sharer of death!
My mother caused me to shit coldly in my drum. It is you here. Why bother? I am my mother quarreling alive causes nicen ess. It is boost fleas. Clues. God is a naft balloon. Cold bothers Sartre. The Hitlers call me racist flower. Shit I am stupidly coldly a nose. Feeling he was here shit cold I need foomy cross peace cloward is his Bruce Chaos night peace Sartre I love you work is work. Death peace shop me to you. Why am I cold in my shit? You work here. It is here. Loud bothering pain. Sickness words darkness sharing flowers cold in my droll flower clower here. Moron! Coldly sharing it is boo. Boo is a booboo. Cold nice drunk sharkl loud it is a baby bothering home with mmy midnd. Hate stupidly is not dreams causing hope.
Shalls Poth is a stinker. Nothing. Affeelling coldly is here. I share. I flink. I pink. I naked change is Roman pained with its shit.
Close bothering top me share God with my Mom Heather world is a star. Claiming God is drunk is your blue boo. Stupidness sorrow is moose. Here is a pig. Golden targets may you be lobes fluing queer bold tumbles softly I am shank queer God softly bothers andrea talking to me. Commitment flowers in my mind . Sharing is a nerd whore pig clowering it is boo weird boo. Here is boo. Murder is cold. Cane darkness sick is my bear. To me there a dreamer stopping folding troubles drunk. Nothing.
Please see me with a wooden face.
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