What Did You Say?

Fake (narrow -- a wording pleasing a narrow apartment)
Skies (Blonde dark ashes)
Kill (Scrutiny queer land womanly tub of fake estrogen)

Still (Moiety partly starring work ii a drunken layer fancier try it)
Blend (:family gold wears whales stinking tops lose their merciful trace)

Cloning (an adventure to Daddy in his whale strung-out frase)

Quilted Parts.  Sting me, thump try it.

Stochastic Emolument weary parties collide with My mind's tame freedom -- bull.


II


Pause.


III

I don't know hope myself hanging in a thing?

Class stuporous braille is here slinking itself another  one.

Blaze I lied cold a fancy mental triste.

IV

Shock wand freak lesson peace is hemping a place of no straw.

Have I grasped language. 

Robo table.

A queasiness parts with dark quislings.

I was a girl

Flake words a hunter,
Positively tossed and brown.

I gave my mind a loan.

I liked falasha, a word from plukon.

Darkly calls me a boo, allah dark is here.

I fail words but darkness I like a lover, Pele:
I quiver birds stop here.  Me a lag harvard.

You climb me I was here and it was a blank whale.

Peace.

Good Morning!

Orkey
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Many
Plans Were Here.  Clowns are here.  Plans were Boo.

No one I hate bees are here.  Boredom.  Cancer.  It is Boo.  Words I hate handing wisedom birds I have a way to make my mother hopeful:  Be a woman:  I love a lover who is laughing for her life.  Shit on my crack.   It is a chaotic == a woman darkness.  Her life.  I am home.  Where I dream.  Words I loved are ways of being alone:  bird, cruel, face, dirt, land.  Fuck grave.  Was that my Mom?

I am a bug.  A lasting heifer is boo.  A boo is fuck.  I need a word for a fascist moose (I bother my mind with sickness --  cold is alone -- bother me -- I fuck roads.)

Sam.

Why  a fascist crook alive?  I am not hate, I was Heifer bowling.  I made love to I.  Cost is love to whores.  Guilt:  What I do? What I wish for I wish for here-- I want to be alive and like my laughter. 

Be Boo. I was here. I was free a world of home for all.

Kindness is a face with a freedom words is beauty.

Laughter I want my mind to live for home.  Love is my mother.  My mother is peaceful.

I love you.

I was here I was here a woman.  Home is a woman is woman is freedom.  Hope life believe be good.

Alive alive alive alive a woman's woman's words wail troubles are lasting breath of a rant.

Crash here I wail.

Go where is there words.  I have no knife of boredom/sirtainty.

No one will alive witch for her love.

Doily

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Piss

Gland

Goy

I sick

Rosey

Dots, Love, Pussy, Cruel.

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A cadillac tries it is work.

Soiling, Toiling, Boiling, Coiling

Ways Words Treat Donseca.

The roses soft planet soft glimmering.  Pussy is a nerd dreaming costly softly is a moose softly climbing where drums stop thinking where it is tommy calling words safely glans pain tops grain.  Stink words he are bland softly calling my crank stinks of bombs and family dries harsh targets softly take pain possibly is you.

Ignorant and opinionated

A fun
Place

Calls
Dean

Moose.

Twitter. 

Boo.

A way I love be I am I am Peace a worker flowers.

Chelsea Goodwin is a moose.  Be Be World.  I love was here.

I love her boo.  (As a land flaming calling; it is back to racism:  it's hate in my sickness, the anger I have bothers me.)

I love you claying trying:  What is a familiar trial?  Why you belong where you are.

Bisexuals dance with their mind.  It is flowers naked rude flowers softly being soft and loving part of life.

I said to you to be loving.  I am a bird troubled.  I'm soft.  Part of it is randy words.   Lots of boosting causes is a language of blondes.  Sorry but I am language below belief as suffering.

Be rat fat pat.

I like Hester, who is both a friend to me (internal to my mind, a sort of persona fragment) and an excellently conceived figure in A Prayer for Owen Meany, by John Irving.

Land borrows I liked
rafts.  A lake.  Planes.  Words.  Teachers.  Peace.  A latch.  Booboo.

Irritating whales.  Coldly I am h
ut.
Twins lead angles drain.

I shared butches and it was a fake.

Lies call a laestrogen.  Shit.  I don't word.

Guys.  This is writing.  This is not writing.

Queer hoyden platane whale craft is a bink of hope:  chaos ago were high on bride thinking class.

Twit (booboo) needed life.

I loved it.

Parsley wank a hut flaming rain darts I hated noanger noah land.

Am I cold?

I seek happiness.

I care about myself.

I almost died trying to care for others.

What is a top?  What is alingering word?

Cloud over life paper angst.  Clamming ways sail deaf language cool poum.

George Orwell died I lied it is plink and laughter polling whales.

Change borrows high trials sorry parsha.

My brother dies or is not a nnihilated and beautiful.

Tell I got words where I am.  Be long as day and face you :  You call male trails a wince.

Put  it alive and I I hate doling clink with a stranger pope I rose it is not death darkness as a whale.  Cash being bob.  Quit.