Thoughtlessly I press up against the dire column of poems that inhabit the books below and to the left of me. It is still the time of day when god desires his words to become lord of drug habits. Killing the insides is a matter for society to attend. With my lovers I retch underneath myself widowing a long armadillo from Georgia. Below and above go the fliers de lis of fame and rotten broken safety. Will is here pounding my words into a lonely freedom cruelly egoistically loaded with sou r prancing graters. The cheese s pouts in a fountain for all to parrot and I bounce off the walls as if made of rubber.
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Quilt this and write of your parents' love for you and all the anger you have contained for face.
Keel nay rope.
Monday, January 15, 2018
Sunday, January 14, 2018
Timebomb
Blowing myself up is probably not a good idea. Neither is blowing up a policeman or the President.
So I'll just write what may be on my mind or whatever it seems the Goddess wills.
hacking women is the computer of my rose bartending an equal for a drink this evening up and down my brother's openness in the back. This thought makes me abuse my column of pressure which stands int for he whole body inside which is me or less than me.
Why I took a shower today.
Over a week since.
I am going down a limited speed road with no one to look out for but plenty of peop0le to look after me. If I lie about drug use the n I can stay in the adult foster home. Without it I would be homeless. It seems useless to propose to Jamie that I send her a thousand dollars so she can move to Ohio. I think she wants me to be seasoned by his rude institutionalization .
Guilt is a head. Deed ,iron moron to god.
Assets include the ir is of muses above. Dear must please allow my words o gravely bizarrely attain kin d less.
Estrogen weeds dissolution into strains and work. For Work dissolves terdrorism alone by mt crimes. Ecastasyt kills ire with underwear around the throat.
Issues: Will pronounces my name with a "JJ" instead of a Z or H.
Fricatives and plosives and aspirants and ?
Elevator wirwords excite nvbrass drains underneath the poem. I taste like a whore because I fail to live prettily.
Divorce from Shaida wouldn't kill me.
\I am lost behind music playing in my headset. It is a minuscule world without capes and grief. I am upside down rotating widdershins with a big can of hairspray sticking out of my gluteus maximus. I am also on the beach walking the dog into the sunset, which shines despairingly because all its partners departed for the Hayden Planetarium in July before the eclipse , which dropped in like my grand mother's sisters in 1970.
Estrogen belongs with rome because under the caesars the world discussed artistry as if no one really wanted to care about qoekwork. Easy rats. I am a work rat. I will disappear into work once iI start writing which cANNOT be as a time bomb but only as a golden boy Stanford graduate with a million possibilities ahead and behind d, like wearing a fine silk roan on a silk hammock below sick trees in the silken sun enshrine,
Ex bombs work underneath my square tent. Pondering my family, I see friendly woman, I see womanly parsons. I cannot dis the m as bad people. It is u der my fatuutous rule that not g matters for my romans. Ex Vjirgil calls him self thee father of Julia, the daughter, nice or sister of Caeasars in the past.
Forever god.]
Wop is loving.
Be gone, family.
So I'll just write what may be on my mind or whatever it seems the Goddess wills.
hacking women is the computer of my rose bartending an equal for a drink this evening up and down my brother's openness in the back. This thought makes me abuse my column of pressure which stands int for he whole body inside which is me or less than me.
Why I took a shower today.
Over a week since.
I am going down a limited speed road with no one to look out for but plenty of peop0le to look after me. If I lie about drug use the n I can stay in the adult foster home. Without it I would be homeless. It seems useless to propose to Jamie that I send her a thousand dollars so she can move to Ohio. I think she wants me to be seasoned by his rude institutionalization .
Guilt is a head. Deed ,iron moron to god.
Assets include the ir is of muses above. Dear must please allow my words o gravely bizarrely attain kin d less.
Estrogen weeds dissolution into strains and work. For Work dissolves terdrorism alone by mt crimes. Ecastasyt kills ire with underwear around the throat.
Issues: Will pronounces my name with a "JJ" instead of a Z or H.
Fricatives and plosives and aspirants and ?
Elevator wirwords excite nvbrass drains underneath the poem. I taste like a whore because I fail to live prettily.
Divorce from Shaida wouldn't kill me.
\I am lost behind music playing in my headset. It is a minuscule world without capes and grief. I am upside down rotating widdershins with a big can of hairspray sticking out of my gluteus maximus. I am also on the beach walking the dog into the sunset, which shines despairingly because all its partners departed for the Hayden Planetarium in July before the eclipse , which dropped in like my grand mother's sisters in 1970.
Estrogen belongs with rome because under the caesars the world discussed artistry as if no one really wanted to care about qoekwork. Easy rats. I am a work rat. I will disappear into work once iI start writing which cANNOT be as a time bomb but only as a golden boy Stanford graduate with a million possibilities ahead and behind d, like wearing a fine silk roan on a silk hammock below sick trees in the silken sun enshrine,
Ex bombs work underneath my square tent. Pondering my family, I see friendly woman, I see womanly parsons. I cannot dis the m as bad people. It is u der my fatuutous rule that not g matters for my romans. Ex Vjirgil calls him self thee father of Julia, the daughter, nice or sister of Caeasars in the past.
Forever god.]
Wop is loving.
Be gone, family.
Saturday, January 13, 2018
Sitting down and making it better
The verse line and the prose line
Devils exercise my neck
Involvement creates rap
Ladders rise beneath my brother's eaves.
In the middle the dog eats.
Queer larks lose my poem
In the fear of men.
I am dissolute
I am gone down a road without eyeliner or makeup remover.
Veritas vaseline works a will on my lenses.
Stuck in the middle with you.
I breathe smoke facing it.
Turmoil is melancholy
Still the animals whisper under the sun
Anxiety whips the worried into sh ape.
Density lauds the kindness of the
Ill protagonist to make her laugh.
Chase me down the street
Under the will of the Goddess
The chase mortifies me\
And turns me into a worker
To my pa ct.
It is best
Your process is underlain by a pinch of hate.
Or am I a prick law argument nasty change?
Dancing with limes
Thaumaturgic entrance into my pubis
Is sought a her pencil dynamism leaves me be.
Tilling the ground for Tillamook cows and goats
Parts elevation's swell with a dim road
Twill and linen gather into a bunch of grapes
That I eat greedily.
This is an empire
Underneath Trump resides
A shit-lined opening
To his prick.
Clearly effigies must
Remember this fact.
Devils exercise my neck
Involvement creates rap
Ladders rise beneath my brother's eaves.
In the middle the dog eats.
Queer larks lose my poem
In the fear of men.
I am dissolute
I am gone down a road without eyeliner or makeup remover.
Veritas vaseline works a will on my lenses.
Stuck in the middle with you.
I breathe smoke facing it.
Turmoil is melancholy
Still the animals whisper under the sun
Anxiety whips the worried into sh ape.
Density lauds the kindness of the
Ill protagonist to make her laugh.
Chase me down the street
Under the will of the Goddess
The chase mortifies me\
And turns me into a worker
To my pa ct.
It is best
Your process is underlain by a pinch of hate.
Or am I a prick law argument nasty change?
Dancing with limes
Thaumaturgic entrance into my pubis
Is sought a her pencil dynamism leaves me be.
Tilling the ground for Tillamook cows and goats
Parts elevation's swell with a dim road
Twill and linen gather into a bunch of grapes
That I eat greedily.
This is an empire
Underneath Trump resides
A shit-lined opening
To his prick.
Clearly effigies must
Remember this fact.
Friday, January 12, 2018
Something about my body
I am a project, woman
My inner ocean presented.
Open allah's ocean.
I see poems without work.
I imagine work pre-empted with pleasing alone.
Gay people are artistically raced
Julia Murray calls tension art.
Disavowal
a value okay
Demise
Next to Rhona, Tracey exercises her home tried poems on
Julia's god.
The text here calls itself wordy so there is pleasing
Elohim
My widow
patiently
Scandal
With no artistic womanhood work is pranking me.
Thanks, work.
Leviathan
I spotted the Whale from
southeast arizona proceeding
Up the Wilson River into
Mountains aching above
Portland bus's rape.
Extasy wills aiming for
Priests.
May the circle be unbroken.
I see you
Baby, with your unbroken eyes
You are under me
Practicing openness
Withering my tree
Languishing protestingly
Why it is allah pretending looseness.
yes where poppy lies
allah.
My inner ocean presented.
Open allah's ocean.
I see poems without work.
I imagine work pre-empted with pleasing alone.
Gay people are artistically raced
Julia Murray calls tension art.
Disavowal
a value okay
Demise
Next to Rhona, Tracey exercises her home tried poems on
Julia's god.
The text here calls itself wordy so there is pleasing
Elohim
My widow
patiently
Scandal
With no artistic womanhood work is pranking me.
Thanks, work.
Leviathan
I spotted the Whale from
southeast arizona proceeding
Up the Wilson River into
Mountains aching above
Portland bus's rape.
Extasy wills aiming for
Priests.
May the circle be unbroken.
I see you
Baby, with your unbroken eyes
You are under me
Practicing openness
Withering my tree
Languishing protestingly
Why it is allah pretending looseness.
yes where poppy lies
allah.
Tuesday, January 2, 2018
This is real serious for dope
Here meth is white dope and heroin is black dope. Pot is green dope.
People are just so funny here.
What is God? Am I still God? I don't really think so. He cries that he needs a lone place.
I guess Mom wished me to greet her for her words, which were "people are people."
Those are ,my words, which are boring and useless. I miss people who care about art.
Today I am going to find out whether I am going to the adult foster home this week.
Both Jamie and my brother want me to ho (go) there. I am going to get drunk. I am not going to use meth. I won't be able to afford it.
I want to travel and go to graduate school, but I am lost.
In the system makes you a nothing. Maybe I will find friends.
What difference have I made to anyone (such as Rusty the retired business professor who went to Northwestern and the Fletcher School of Diplomacy at Tufts University?)
evidently sisterhood does not apply to me because I am going into the system, which probably is much less harsh than I would find in New York, though there would be infinitely more chances to go to CUNY or Columbia or treatment places like that.
Is this good?
I am alone part of life. Part of life.
Love under will belongs a lot of places. The universe is only one of an infinity according to Kiristianna who had me stare at an extended Star of David to expand my horizons. A multiplicity of crosses are in military cemeteries, where some pagans are buried with a pentagram to signify their paganism. I wish I could write in the shape of a pentagram but I don't know yet if I can do that on a computer. I would have to reprogram blogspot.
What wanks your people?
No more wanking. Oceans.
People are just so funny here.
What is God? Am I still God? I don't really think so. He cries that he needs a lone place.
I guess Mom wished me to greet her for her words, which were "people are people."
Those are ,my words, which are boring and useless. I miss people who care about art.
Today I am going to find out whether I am going to the adult foster home this week.
Both Jamie and my brother want me to ho (go) there. I am going to get drunk. I am not going to use meth. I won't be able to afford it.
I want to travel and go to graduate school, but I am lost.
In the system makes you a nothing. Maybe I will find friends.
What difference have I made to anyone (such as Rusty the retired business professor who went to Northwestern and the Fletcher School of Diplomacy at Tufts University?)
evidently sisterhood does not apply to me because I am going into the system, which probably is much less harsh than I would find in New York, though there would be infinitely more chances to go to CUNY or Columbia or treatment places like that.
Is this good?
I am alone part of life. Part of life.
Love under will belongs a lot of places. The universe is only one of an infinity according to Kiristianna who had me stare at an extended Star of David to expand my horizons. A multiplicity of crosses are in military cemeteries, where some pagans are buried with a pentagram to signify their paganism. I wish I could write in the shape of a pentagram but I don't know yet if I can do that on a computer. I would have to reprogram blogspot.
What wanks your people?
No more wanking. Oceans.
Too bad
The safety works alive Serfing trouble s are cruel here.
I admire here is you here is you peacefully trying to belong where
goddesses safely works alone. Part of life part of life works here. Goddess please priestly work here with me for your poem where I am safely here here for you. Here is you peacefully saying it is here that you care a law bothers it is safe here as long I am working for the trees. Stiffness annihilates my mind here is you here are you forever part of life a long time for me to strengthen a lot of priestesses upside down in their roses here are the wombs alive for the Goddess. Sorry I am so worried for my mind. Here is the Goddess. She is peering at the trees and my heart is there a part of life for my mind a long time I have been cruel a long time alone with no poem or tree. Sharing prettiness is lonely a part of life part of life pretend 9it is free here for you a long time is you working a long time. I poem illness part of life. It is alone belonging here. The words are not the same here for me to pester for their prettiness where they are. I am still ill as a grueling plaque on an elephant's back. Part of life part of life cold is boring. Do you remember when I thought words talked for themselves? I still don't love my heart because it is beyond the Goddess alone with my womanhood here for me to pay for pleasing my mind alone alone part of life.
Convictions work like art is a bitch to stave off. I am willing that the Goddess kills this dream because no one works for their Goddess for their money. For their anger. This is work part of life is angst for nothing. I am bored for nothing but my brother kind of work is this? Still lonely for nothing. Sorry I'm here. Work creates peace for some people who care the G
goddess needs them part of life. I am shocked that I do not say I am here for my brother part of life part of life.
Please give me alone my mind alone for nothing. Still here alone. I am alone cruelly sick for my hopes. Death calls it better for me to string it out alone for my creative patience still part of life as Goddess. Where fails it better?? Here or a better place for my brother. Please help me part of life cold to our loneliness. THE SENTENCE PREVIOUSLY HERE IS NULL AND VOID. This is a Goddess with my mind here for my brother. He drinks Goddesses for his pandering to his creative rank here.
The Sergeant begs me to pee where I wish.
I admire here is you here is you peacefully trying to belong where
goddesses safely works alone. Part of life part of life works here. Goddess please priestly work here with me for your poem where I am safely here here for you. Here is you peacefully saying it is here that you care a law bothers it is safe here as long I am working for the trees. Stiffness annihilates my mind here is you here are you forever part of life a long time for me to strengthen a lot of priestesses upside down in their roses here are the wombs alive for the Goddess. Sorry I am so worried for my mind. Here is the Goddess. She is peering at the trees and my heart is there a part of life for my mind a long time I have been cruel a long time alone with no poem or tree. Sharing prettiness is lonely a part of life part of life pretend 9it is free here for you a long time is you working a long time. I poem illness part of life. It is alone belonging here. The words are not the same here for me to pester for their prettiness where they are. I am still ill as a grueling plaque on an elephant's back. Part of life part of life cold is boring. Do you remember when I thought words talked for themselves? I still don't love my heart because it is beyond the Goddess alone with my womanhood here for me to pay for pleasing my mind alone alone part of life.
Convictions work like art is a bitch to stave off. I am willing that the Goddess kills this dream because no one works for their Goddess for their money. For their anger. This is work part of life is angst for nothing. I am bored for nothing but my brother kind of work is this? Still lonely for nothing. Sorry I'm here. Work creates peace for some people who care the G
goddess needs them part of life. I am shocked that I do not say I am here for my brother part of life part of life.
Please give me alone my mind alone for nothing. Still here alone. I am alone cruelly sick for my hopes. Death calls it better for me to string it out alone for my creative patience still part of life as Goddess. Where fails it better?? Here or a better place for my brother. Please help me part of life cold to our loneliness. THE SENTENCE PREVIOUSLY HERE IS NULL AND VOID. This is a Goddess with my mind here for my brother. He drinks Goddesses for his pandering to his creative rank here.
The Sergeant begs me to pee where I wish.
One Hour
Sartre
Indivisible writing
gonads
Hell
Issues
No deal
chelsea Goodwin roses
law
delphine
Blue
Ignorance
Evil
DefCon One
Selvy
Witness
Grease
Allah
Without we
Bank bank bank
Search for freedom
Intelligence
Illness
Irritation
we we low arson dildo elevated rome william safety rome targets grief law stink I bomb boop will distance rude plan saviors dot mommy god stars will laughter Sartre Janke
For art there is rap part of life God part of life black roses Sartre body shifts will laughter illness Sartre.
I lost bombing darkness a law targets. Quit being breezy: Listen for your art. I bother beans. Dick roses part of life art tries art tries ill bores. God plies parts parts darkness will artists sorry art plans Sartre illness easy grief Sartre Goddess darkness I saw you interesting. Wards deal. Work bothers bothers ill priestess. Shaving peas stinks poems think rudeness. Deep bombing reads Sartre openly for Mom without priestesses above my work. Please ill parts of life parts of life are boring. Just type a lot of combs as roses interesting artists stink possibly for their rape on poems that strengthen parts for a lot of parts here it is lonely to be a lonely home.
When I depart illness it is my share that is peaceful for need to bother roses in their priestess part.
I don't even say I am cruel at the home I am cruel to law. It is sorry about the freedom to work for their kind who is alone without people's presence artistically alone is boring. Keen homes deal parts treating me alone part of life works for the Goddess here she is.
Indivisible writing
gonads
Hell
Issues
No deal
chelsea Goodwin roses
law
delphine
Blue
Ignorance
Evil
DefCon One
Selvy
Witness
Grease
Allah
Without we
Bank bank bank
Search for freedom
Intelligence
Illness
Irritation
we we low arson dildo elevated rome william safety rome targets grief law stink I bomb boop will distance rude plan saviors dot mommy god stars will laughter Sartre Janke
For art there is rap part of life God part of life black roses Sartre body shifts will laughter illness Sartre.
I lost bombing darkness a law targets. Quit being breezy: Listen for your art. I bother beans. Dick roses part of life art tries art tries ill bores. God plies parts parts darkness will artists sorry art plans Sartre illness easy grief Sartre Goddess darkness I saw you interesting. Wards deal. Work bothers bothers ill priestess. Shaving peas stinks poems think rudeness. Deep bombing reads Sartre openly for Mom without priestesses above my work. Please ill parts of life parts of life are boring. Just type a lot of combs as roses interesting artists stink possibly for their rape on poems that strengthen parts for a lot of parts here it is lonely to be a lonely home.
When I depart illness it is my share that is peaceful for need to bother roses in their priestess part.
I don't even say I am cruel at the home I am cruel to law. It is sorry about the freedom to work for their kind who is alone without people's presence artistically alone is boring. Keen homes deal parts treating me alone part of life works for the Goddess here she is.
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