Tuesday, December 29, 2015

I knew the beauty, it was there

A bus trip on the coast
I loved it
Worrying here he're alive
and I a family working orgies


The dancing words saving me
Ingrid words drama of fonts


The angst I saw I lived


My mind where I was


landing it I hit it


The trees sorry for pain


The rain was the darkness in the winsdows


Calling our parts we were trees in the peace
Of body love peace rain trees


The bus ran to the dream


I known of a home


I paced myself with a pill
Worth trees ansd dreams


I loved a softness in the dark
Passion


Working words dream words


Illness is a hater of pomp


Andrea I love you working is cold


The dreamer worded her parts and
Life be safe.


In the search we I did what the rolling
Did.


The peacefulness of a mother with her life
Created peace in our lives.


I didn't hear the peace in my life without


Knowing I was with the dream.


Cold the night called.  It was my softness.


I received laughter and heard my life
Word.


A soul is a moose moosey.


Family we are.


Love on the bus; love in the dark places.


I wandered from the bus without my body.


I called for me'er drums.


Family gives a Bent
To Boneings of men.


Clay offal laughter


See me here I am


In the bus


Traveling with others


Sure of the dark storm


Is a night calling.

Uninhibited

You see, if poems can be open form, then perhaps words and letters can be also.  Under what conditions is there a plaxe for wo. a sibble.


As life begart thart so art dreams of boomp.


Queer sucks and work boop.


Betty Boop.


I have failed ego drums.  The world of aloneness sorry it is here.  I was here poopoo.  I know my Mom queried art (land) goddess please safely (work hard) is here.  Ago (in the past) God was troubled with trees and I told arba (sderivative of arbor) a word glom (What Chelsea and I did) bitch is a bird ego cold.  (and my ego is cold).  Dramp (driance clam (radiance? dry/damp?  Poop) wizard, clamming up the unacceptable, i.e., completely masculine, sexually predatory or aggressive places to silence) gay parts ego cold is cold. 


Dark cancels dreams worn in my mensa (menses/table/MENSA) law omen classes work holes doff my mind in groove is a word dumbing pussy is cruel and is not my dream.


Shores sores soars doors cores poors pours moose is word of lonely troubles dreaming of clease ? capitalism angers my mind coldly you were here (Rusty).  It was dear to my mind in its troubles.  Laughter/I/anger lowly pussy eats itself (as the snake swallowing itself and disappearing) gwerd (fake old English word) guerdon (real middle English word) xclan troubles live for another word darkness here sucks ass (is less than ideal).


I feel that there is a plaxe for my archers and my crap.  No one I have been here.


Stoopid bitch is a night of aloneness and angst,.


I saw you, Rusty, grieve a patient word.


I saw my mother pretty as Mom good and thoughtful , caring and a bird with issues of bo/bindink crane.  He-word darbe whole.


Good Mom is alicce vae alive.  It's another set of typos laughter god is none/known he used us more sorry of the bin (my destined "resting" plaxe).


If bodies here dream of home, please let her be home.


Cope my mom dearme is so omenly topping clap(the premature clap or was it the last one at the culminating MGN meeting?) I have no issues easily drunk with bombs or with love.  I wish you (Chelsea and Rusty) needed hom[e].


Okay,  Now I'm here (consciously [troubling -- why?] cod (God the fish).  Daaaasaaa.

Friday, December 25, 2015

Christmas Song

Fa la la la la la la la la la


oh.


panties geez ez trees being sucker poopoo word booboo perd dancing tribe works hard belie; popo co is a fascist no; blowing race stopping pies ez place costing cras.


lowly barn darkly carn tossing barn popy warn.


Homen tom, laughter som, going ron tossing son.


Ouch words say I am pain, I know I'm a strain, kiss my plain, its a priest coping words are the star, I am a bar causing Sar.  Dot my pause I am trees, ez bees, calming poem is a friend climbin g clam.  Queer me it is a flit; going god pausing sod is a flame god is a man.  Sop my bod body flawed it's a soft causing cause.

Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Chaos

Lowly blow; weirdness stop here.


I am here here weird ocean (I saw:) glong
Is it winter?


Whoa anon.


To life.


Is ware won?


Do thy class roam?


Queer money.


Queer body.


Queer rentals work hard a weird home.


lasting train.


I rain on men with or/al gold.


Cleave or meet love.


word train word of land world possible he goes


I am here is it worned dome I hope.


Dialogue here.


Toss my mind


Weird


Xanadu


Closs


Weird


Cold


Weird


Bony weird rain or change?


A maniacal poem boozes , are there ages?


ollranphatran


Lowly rant


You golden brand where is masel?


You blind poem where is glass?


The motion underlying vitriolic pain
is a hell here drastically flawed.


lok my mind or feel it break.




I want to write something stupid

Welcome to the Jumble


festering
openness
left gray craze


last bin


The drug grows its tree


My hole mortuary
Climbs its Sartre blade.


Cope work sorrow work safe pain clay chase trace race brace moo0se whore whore.


No goddesss is a face of blame and tossed police whores is a drastic left bold people:


Jester of booms:  weird trouble Hester writes here here was this issue:  "Hey, why is this terrible
Manacle , Apollo of money and thought kind to his shallow chrome prego where was that history and where was that nose bone tossed into work laughinjg work blind work work blind andrea


I sasw you dean going to your mother and being a crazed safe brain darkly cold sick glowing and maze as tree.


Fool.  You give a gay draft.


Lowly is the drama he laid.

Monday, December 14, 2015

life got beak

to live openly as woman
to be tree alive


to laugh as a roman poop


Gold climb me with your answer.


Density tests bonds; the answer claps
One piece of woman bird.


Where does peace where is word?


Worth of my burning drink calls me
Peaceful planet teaches back


A brain clams because softness
Combs the world with
A place someone needs.


Lass art dance peace.

Saturday, December 12, 2015

pontifex maximus

Greek us
A
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t
a da coop guilt blue go boo booboo is moomoose.


I laughed my life here work booboo is boo, boo.


Coiiling me clowins wear loman trap goadamn land is here ta
I am here topping claims dreams of dreams.


Androgyny queer moose is alone topping popo.


Clouds top me booboo sorry it is booboo war is annihilating work work is a moose.  EZ glands drama poopoo gogobo la d land is here flowering death is death keys me bubu blame me work hard shit on that.  I refuse your dreams sdcuasaz I civilly queer booboo bliss ia s a reingo glowering stale art.

Friday, December 11, 2015

Death is a Crutch in My Mind

This is where I splatter myself on my
Allah a la low a l a babbling gaffic


Orny dope listens aret angel I suck assl.


Angel I love you Is another death to whole lack pheces deces.


I ate bangok


I ate wise a live.


I ate dying cloning dressed in dage hester baby


Silly baba ango bobo gloss me loss loss looss is loss
to work hard, hard byobby, hard bobby bobby moosie
Is a booster shark moose.


Anger is drink of blame.


Whore work hard bobby here is bobby hating Gos d as a word


He loved his mother treastes nigger drama kills sdistance for a llah.


Cold terrorism lays binding cats in my ragcensk grave is a drama wof a world


Topped men toppen da ceas.


Try I go I go I am a baby glowering soft ly sexy sexy is a suker deriving whore is masturbation work of a laughter cold bobby boby whore is a whroe boambong cloud work is love is a borering land of bomumu.  Clive the transcxriber I laugh at your anchor named easy waste of bond.


Way above the drunken stars, I see Bobby working his blame for his dream I see allah he goes work hard you are justified annanna oa baobiaya land of drugs god is nothing to allah lallahislif e hates his bob.  Causing hope and I am aligned cxlowns with their dandy dreans of roman blank blank wankers.


Oil.


Candy.


Poop.


Phlayers


Crack


Dama


Loasws


Poop


Clown


Why bothere>?    Therew ss haearts he loved his beak .  I have nother algla dlalf f ela flb alf afkea  lail lail odrunken cake he leaves waste he leaste waste is bubu he leaves deasy dgod. 


I lied a lot.


I lied to be a mess.


I lied to be a woman a s a nioght.


Lies draw bafi waste is Dean who is here in Portland


Haily .


Chomp your lavey.


I am Bruce ;erpy murray claiming peace is bob interested sian laidf


Quiet I a cold lownely death death death.  Hateful Death.


Bang my body sorry it is language worker.  He huffer bobby needed love not alive albive laughter Gboddfy Land is lonely murturary .  He ahs a hwa unter traums wuait.


I f a


I ego bobo.


I no one








I no one


I a jar.

Derring Do

oil laughter pommy oil laughter pommy oopoo is booboo oil laughter possibility alive here where I am I saw my mother read me believe in me.  She is possibility of love my my my my alive is a world trying to love life possibility is a shore of love friendly peaceful love of life possibility sorry mommy ia m flowering alive here with my mommy bobby who is mother possibility feeling of love for mine who was my mommy possibility I loved her body for me as drummer to her urges.


Call me hope with love possibility.  He loved me.  Her life loved me.  I feel sorry toward the life of mustard and dreams call me fleeik world of wharedom.


Sorry tossing in this way.  I loved my life but it is you who ere land land is alive.  I want land for my mother to be alive in her life because peaceful peaceful alive peace suck ass is a world of hope causing god to destin bobby a goddess sorry I am not a friend.


I was here.  I wrote.  I wrote what I wished here is here .  Laughter is a lacy erea lowly is my I am here.  Killing Bobby isd Bobby here ; Wish I where bobby night is bobby here work buce stupid dupu. 


I is a suffucka of boob. 


life hassles la shark


rebel baby gives a Sartre Sartre.


Close the baby's w / heart is alive inits lessons farte4d dark bobo God bobo suck is zarka.


I Suck his girl grieving oh shit sex is being a woman orgasming here.


I am a bitch, a whore.  Closeted hate is hate.


Hell vestalis.  Cross me drunken destined dwords blown cold is bomb.


I have a word here I love you as w fast working is not drumming love.  I hassle death tis a lie.


Dear Roisty cold me booboo is a lunatic,


I sinking into waste of bobby.  Costing density peace is work not here here is a drunken bobby here is a woman being bobby bobby cause of bobby stupid nut is bobby.  I hated for her for making anchored in dreams od f fdeatiny.


Life guns drink.


Life is a mess to waf was aus dream?  I am a bbofiuy Loyalty causes priest to be a waste.


I hereby release my arf open nights fron a n drank.  I hereby am a bomb cold shit is not god.  I have freed drums.


I hereby release wife fly to brossels and become her lover name people of priests possibility.  I hate grain for its hessles.  Softly I must write a life family oil bobby for bobby.  He works and likes it.  Fuck it.  This is all I have to act as adrea m land of rates cultural ampress.  No one alone.

Thursday, December 10, 2015

Wooden Stability

alas the hassle died
the passel buyed.


abide the nice rain


cloud the rain with tar


the body is alive


On Pussy Road


*************


whiffs of laughter
smell of positive blame


the congress of pain


dots the frame.


Buddy are you fearsome


Or are you afraid?


Does itching worry you?
Have you been paid?


************************


A friendly potter
A scary Jew


Is annihilating top
With nationalist true.


Clones of poppy


Goddess of me


I read of laughter
Shearing my blee(tank'e).


**************************


So much passage
So little rue


Is a moral connivance
That all shall flue.


Cold in the night,


Thee I see


God at first sight


Bug the cree.


**********************


Danger is possible


I sorrow at my own.


Darkness destroys me


Withering the crone.


*****************


Glow in the darkness


I see a flame


Moose darkens my night


Fascism draws lioght.


********************


Cold and muttering


I toss and turn


Topping the gay flame


Instead of my own.


************************


Swop one for the other


The failure is alive


Goddess alleviate


The mineral of five.


********************


Johnny marches while Susie reins


Dat is a failure as long as dreams flame.


**********************
\
Crew out of the place


Work is a hole


I age with money


I rage with blow.l


**********************


Costing me freedom


I sing and sew


The Goddess is flowing


I must strip and row.


***********************


Clean as a needle


The spinning of porn


Creates a big crease


In my family's of born.


***********************


This cause of body


Freaks in the mess


Grain is a friendly


Peering at mess.


Scum sucking drunk bothered her friends.  Now I'm here plotting a costly deep end.

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Clarity

Yeah?


Okay?


Wanna be alive?


Words are not good for me, whether I am dark and dark and dark ans dark bulbo.
Wine in the Goddess sarper rapi land is a knife.


Rate the dream?  I am a man is it a boo.  Sorry words are bothering me.  These are words which I am a bomb worrying baba is a moose.  It is booboo.  Yo.


Land bothers me.  I work hard to act positive fuck it.  Suck my ass.  I am you.  You are the breentz (ass topping working blaming castling topping a worker for her dreams).


Clown bothers me.  It is booboo.  Yo.


Dot on my knife.  Baba suck baba.  Lawndry baba is a narcotic work is boo.  So many integrals to annihilate in the Goddess.  Simply cold is my mess.  Sorry I am a narcotic sapa.  Lala is booboo.  Cobo moose suck drinker of answers.  Cop me.  Bobo loves her mother.  This is another fucking fucking lie.
God means dream.


Cruel soft papa is annihilating death with money and sick suckers who were loving as a hack.


Dark baba is night.  Dreams soft sbala racism sucks it is booboo.  Cold is my mind working hard.  You motherfucker called me pig.  I am no pig.  You called me a baba working hard as a failure because I am here.  Noo one bothers my mind freely for me.  They only love me because I am testing them for moose.  Work hard.  Dot is night.  Dot is the star from which love clouds life.  I am here to answer the freedom darkness lies to itself about fuck and stump.  I have been a hard-on.  I have been ticked flowers peace creative baba is a negative sorry it is a negative topping it is booboo.  Stars suck ass.  Stars try to be answers.  Work hard nuck.  Kill the Goddess softly.  That is a hater.  Calling tops and baba work me booboo.  It is a variety of congregate boices mixed with density calling me work and not laughter.  I have failed to flee the stars of my mind with their creative top known as art, flawed and starred here for me as a knight of bitches.  Stupid barter.  I was here and I am a dark claw in my dream papa called me reasonab le.  Haha, he was a moose.  Bitter and dark the blame is on my piece.  Quiever with nart flamba calls me a flower.  He is moose.  Dark is the dream.  I hate angster.  Clambing cop is another word dark is moose.  Sick dark   Fail the flower or be baba and hate the night.  Sorry I am another sick dak clamming the flower borrowing me flowers.  Teach me flowers.  I see them bothering baba baba is another called mama.  Call me baba.  Call me a whore.  Dream of my mind.  Dream of my peace.  Dream of my peace.  She moosey.  Sorry God is moose.  Sorry it is here.  Weirder boodie laughing at my mind quivering with peace.  Sorry God is here, sick and afraisd of baba with that which flails at the pain and is a drunk worker stopping life for a baby named baloney.  Work hard dies if there is no test at all . ansd it is cop to be laughter.  Not est.  Loaundry.  Copis a moose.  Suck it dies.  Cop dies.  racism sucks laughter booboo is moose.  Suck it boobo, I am dark in my laughter falling into sucker and body for a man with no body and no top.  He sucks kindness and softly dies for his own shit.  Clam booboob.  Goddess start here.


I fleem pink.  I am fled as I flee God flowering in the change around me going to baba with a darkness flowers starp here worker.  Toppy works poppy.  Worker calls me angry.  Laughter poopoo is a man dark is you.


Clear, a night of love, a night of racism, a night of racism, a night of flack and death and sickness calls itself angst for my freedom.  Darkness as a baba calls itself dark working for money as drunk as trees, as pained as a sick essick dunce dlowingng land is here.  I love the work I do.  Here is my mind.  Here is babs a pea land for you.  Call out my life and do what is free.  Flower in the Goddess.  Sorry I am tearing about flowers and their beasts I am here working to be love for my flower named booboo.  Here is a natural angst shit on baba booboo calls me stop here.  Wither me?  Cold and dark is a dark flower called dark shit named fact.


Peace is a night of man and death called teacher of baba and teacher of man.  Man dies.  Man is a bnastard.  Clone me and I will feel the darkness as a bitch feeling shit for my words.  Sick baba calls itself dark it is needed topping my mind with a withering failure she knew me.  Me mumu.  Cold ma is my mind.  She knew work Shark shirk call baba naked here.  Flower calls me trouble sorry you are topping your flower with peace and God.


Stupid accusation bothers me.  Why God deal suck it.  I don't know for myself art flowers teach em teacher.  bobby is another flower calling me baba as a dark land called sick and baba here is ditch narcotic pain on my fleam.  Dream is bubu.  Call me fake.  Call me sick.  Call me a whore.  Dark bebe hurts my art land god stuck with teacher for being clone of my mind, Shit posits sick dark bubu here with me is my ditch, sick is bubu.  Here is bubu god dark is bubu.  Sick dark bubu flows family here positis sick baba kindly I am here working darkly for baba and his dunk in his crast pupu glows with dark land, dark peace, dark miisss...  Lies are terribly sick in my flower for my mother.  Where is she?  I am a bot called nut.  I am a bot booboo sick here with terror of baba and his sick dcrate land is baba baba is Sartre.  Called me working bebe sorry whowho is night of my mind starring here with me God darkens ansta plan trust Sartre bobo is a dark William called me.  Called me.  Fuck I am sick with darkness and love for laughter and treams of booboo.  Here he is calling me dick and fick and sdrink working sucker for money as a drunk called money.


Trouble angst popo lies to her family.  She is trouble.  She is pain.  She is sick because softly I know her.  That is the pain of my body.  To not love.  To not love.  To not peak at my mind here in my body is antother flower called me.  Starring sorry bobby you are you.  Peace work here.  Call me peace sorry I am beast pothering flowers and darkness sorry it is you calling my mess.  Sorry that is the pain of bastards.  Night is not here.  I am here.  I call you you.  I call you dark.  I resemble the darkness is a Bruce land of baba called money darkness kindly dicks safety with many safelove poopoo.  You are boom.  You are trees.  Sorry it is boo the kindness of mine eyeck land is bubu.  Posing me here you are my mind calling terror a baby of my mind.  Sick the Athenian drunk named Athena flowr of moose.  Zeud s died.  Cold.  Potty.  Cold Potty.   Laughter died me.  Laughter called me a sick rose called softly dark is men posing as dick instead of dark words for their racist shame.  I am pleasure.  I am that which works the base of my words with death and God making me sick with anature flowering in the fdream.  Please is this here?  Potty.  Potty.  Potty.  Potty.  Work here.  My mother alive baba.  She bubu.  She bubu.  Sick God dark word pain land is here kind baba sick baba land is baba we are union of baba and da.  Land is a sorry flowr for my mind ckingld .  Flower moose.  Stupid work is bubu.  Is Bubu bubu?  Work bubu.  Work bubu.  Here is bubu.  You are my mother working teaching stars as night as drinks as laughter as my mind dies into itself of baba it is you dying with me, no one will be here as love or bobby.  Willness goddy peace sorry baba lied you are God typing your life for my mother.  Flower is here Kindly sorry baba kills stars.  She died.  I am here.  Witheringinto God pobby.  Lies of my mind bobby.  Work hared here.  Wake up or baba.  Shit God is bunk cold and baba .  Here is the highness naked and titched with another God called darkness Sylvia died baba moose here called me called me.  Stars in their flinching from Jamie keep me here.  Flowers suck ass is not God.  Start my mind is not love.  I have been you.  I have thought kindness sdarknes land and is dark with bump and his night here hasd been dark called sorry it is a night .  Flower calls me drunk and dark with mind flowering dark sorry dark sorry art baba is a NIGHTER.  Top me.  Is not flambe.l  I kill flambe calling me bebe.  Sorry you are life.  Here in my body baba goodness stars night flower moose good ness stupi d nuss.  Sucker calls me hate.  I hate her calling me pig.  Cause I am a death of my mind flowring here with night and with hate flowering sorry sgod is a name of baba god is a naked babsa clamming Cot here is moose here is a naked drunk flower.  Stop miking my bobby. He bobby.  He booboo.  I hate his booboo.  I am his poopoo.  Nothing here as night.l  I am baba laugh baba laugh baba.  Caop safety cop me.  I am you.  Sorry the division of moose is about taste and bnanba kindly dreams of my baba.  Hwere cralls me laughter.  Tets land is here. Switch letters, words, sentences, persons words land flowers.  Peace is alive babe is land called money.  Sick calling of my mind is a tilt of my mind .  Tark land is mind.  Glfowers land is here.  Cold is boob.  Cold is boop.  Costing love for my werid dream .  I am here worth sick stop piss.