I, Moose

I like teachers as dark.

I don't want change;
I cannot change art into argumentation;
I am not God.

Okay.  Since I like you, please dream.

I passionately glide into a rascal charged with
Aping Answers God believed in.

Nothing can change my life, and witches
Are patient.

Cunt, artistically.

Or cheese.
I don't like change because it likes me.

Sticky

Setting aside limits, boundaries and imperatives

A troubled thought seems to feel rude.

Something in me wants to make things cost.
I think this is the expression of a will to dominate.
According to de Beauvoir, such a will must be dishonest:
In denying others freedom, I am denying myself freedom.

Orkay.

As a woman I know that belonging to parts of my hopes for
homely bliss is nothing to part of life.

I write this in part because I am not that famous.

I do not know what to say about people who are
cold.  This is my life.  I am not that bad.

Part of this seems to me work.

Therefore I give you a pope of acting.

Do not act?

Okay.  Safire knew that necessary cracks in
Work divide kindness and leeches.

I have found that nothing is better than
Young people reading art as part of hope.

Costs do not care about racism
Because nothing is dreaming about acts.

I understand:  Bosses belong where
Atrocities work messes.

An atrocity:  parts of love as new to stink.
Messes:  woman.

No one is here to work as a loss.

Coldness belongs to needs for feces.

Why do i always go back to shit:  because
that is where my artistry called itself a drug.

Nothing is right to belong -- okay costs are another
Answer to change.

Change is a poem.

Epater le bourgeois

Oh,  for now I am alive.

Since now, I am a woman.

A woman, for me, comprises
1)  Be thoughtful
2)  Listen
3)  Love.

I am not really a loving or a troubled person.  Really I am a lousy crook.

But since I have been good to myself, by which I mean angry, for this long time, I will begin to let go of troubles such as nuts (those cajones which I gained from the operation and lost through my anger towards sexuality (life as an artist and a nut)) for all to grieve.

I wish I had the answers.  I don't like the only way is money.  It is the only life for those with peace of land.

Seeking love in parts of myself, I have been a fool.  I thought nothing would be suffered as a right of thought.  But thought must dream, must be right for love.  I have been the creator of my dreams.  They have been a cross of my throne.  This is crooked as a pig.

As of now, I am three, two, one, zero orphaned to the artists of peace.

Oh, dashing is my road.  Passion aggressiveness is a nothingness of openness.  Peel peace:  there is -- oh my god -- life.

To Rusty,

The goddess as a woman is beautiful.  Please be alive for my dreams.

That is selfish.

I am far from your crooked art.  It is beautiful to be alive.  It is also a crooked ruse I have been loving and a mostly crooked mother of a cross that was about feces.

Disturbing?  I have the only crookedness of my work -- a family of hope was my ashes.

Now please a good thing is home.

Shamu
Others
Ashes

A lesson in paper -- men are free for their dreams; women give themselves life.

It is not enough.

And I am the cause?

Okay.  I called myself worker because there is a lot of bombs that go to the love of junk.

I know junk is piss.

I know life is entered.

Now it is best to go and have roses.

Creativity and beaches with nothing on them

Sapphire Owls lack a Goddess' rights.

This is a kind of nearly meaningless
juxtaposition that no one likes.

I do not teach myself kindness
because I am a clock.

And when I think of you
No one is a word,

Especially not an ostrich.

There you are, a widely
recognized life of

Stink, belief and sharks.

Avram

I think of myself dying with a good thing I didn't understand.
I know I am working because I feel full of pain.

I have thought of being a woman and now I realize it is good to say I love you.

I am not writing poetry.  This is my good. 


I can write more words:  people are needed because all are womanly in their stapling.

This is another way to be cold.

I borrowed this reason to be passionate from my friends.  I know I am good or not.

As a woman, there is hope.

I hope you will have feelings and love.

As of now, no more loop.

No more

My readers can be sure that they have seen the extent of unfiltered disclosure that is possible with me.  If you wish to know more, be someone I already know who cares about me.

Thanks for the emotional effort of reading this sometime garbage.