Of Interest to Persons For Now Scattered

                                 Chaos imp/ressive well it is to answer the plush class work happiness of  veritable      hope.   Coins wear their cachet of blessed dreams and are classical facially close to many
                      poems:  Chelsea starred as the creator of freedom, the creator of (PUSH) narrative peace.             She shot me into her kaleidoscopic eyes with my love hell trees drumming me, replacing death with a return to the beginning, not forward, but in recapitulation.  She bounced me back, making me Julia.

Quantum stars saw me wearing the laurel accoutrements of walking through the door within me that she presented as  hope calling for passage home.  The land broke the triskedalion?  with Rusty, Chelsea and I at the center of the new "dispensation."  Sophie played the guitar; I dodged the midnight hour.

Familyof great hallucinatory -- induced and otherwise -- beauty followed.  Stars fell from the Goddess' hand and became our flaming eyes, witches glowing in black beauty.  The oil of monetary thought flowed into a isolation pool, a flattened perspectival location having no relevance to the joy of Magick lived agai in the world of denial and cruelty.

Mother is Her.

Disappointed

Family quasi trial mane priest drone land causes puck friend world nair donny pulp quirk sake preen toss a family quaint worldless stumbling troubled cold waif rolled dark climbing drained stopped a bird trouble climbing caskets flowers yard a mother says I am here.  Quote her slow failing which is a  head in her hands tossing no combing no bathing no medication no kindness no help.  Queer stumbling land stars stink place I stuff collapses into the shaft of me.  Queer clauses toss my mind here and are pulps of a don naked and troubled part of life is love here I am queer naked soft moosey stark and bothered I am stopped and dark and lost in a friend's drink without words, without penises or love.  Suckers silt the density of my tank filled silt donning freedom to shave my drums I am pained with night.  Flaws skull roses Mandy Angie .  I file my wain flowering shit.  I called roses laughter. I bothered anger he thought of stinking as a nut troubling God with hate.  Teenage brothers seek love from my troubles not often not lossed not cold not pain.  Wards of rest..  Positive callings weird as a night with a panther creating money from a rot ting class.  Bullshit Marxism is a chaotic taste of rape and shame.

Margarinalia

                                Buttercup ways trotsky bought me shame of my traits.
                                Chaos slow many goals works night and day.

                                Queer trains arc for their angst darkly in a night of peace.
                                Rendering the suggestible answer without a vision of
                                Inner prafit when I go.  You be dumb if you feel like a bin.

                                Parfait/Parfit we blow away the stunk up calling I love.
                               
                                "I" cold.  I raise amane words to my raymond.

                                 Heifer deans stray things:  they cave, they were hacked by watches.
                                 No one minds interior collapse because their eyes are free to wave a poem.

                                 Chasms Troubles A God Of Macy Ply Tossing Quince Into Fraternities'
                                 Density.

                                 I ware of my mind.  A failure steals its night here from life.

                                 Words darken me top and sexy trouble is a link to murderous answers.
                                  Clowns and bands raise up the kindness she needs from her stress.

                                 Lye of Money scalds its part in a face no one touches with my family.

                                 Chaos stars will be supreme in the tensity called race.
                                 Noise sucks that rose into pain.

My Skull, Changing

                                   lay was handing bark to the soft peaceful land (quirting)
                                   Stank softly softly words dream, peace poo.  Tops me w/
                                   Loans from crane (book for dolls).  Sick is my presence
                                   As teachers free blameless toddlers from my mind in its
                                   Carcinogenic carapace withering into low blazes.

                                    I ask for randy to read me with his stinking flowers
                                    whose bodies climb my flamboyant razorous hellish
                                    Manque (quirt) stop here and draw your ways please.

                                    Sylvia seared, singed and braided my trace with blazing
                                    Halls.

De-inspired

The flaws of family call me worse;
I know my mind calls me roast trans prentice.

My art is a strong ward with no one to stop me from my shit.

Cloudy crassy clammy quirs.

Sin is a friend with no brains who is the drug your life is part of.

Glow my mind stars it is boon.  Twills and Sartre crawl me I am here.

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Tilt.

Flood in your Eye

A lace tall nesting warks
foaming quill stale tree;

Gus pulls his drum I like tarzan changing dos into droll plaque.

Fulling you feel handy like a tarzan chine bullmu

This is a life of friends with home in their baskets worn with pussy dark as dear dominated places.

Cash foul no one dars sting positive allah gold iis france.
Told my dream sinking as a face with things it is whole here.

Ashton dull dinks his race is his n-------.

Laughing pain changes where is the nail of my folk?

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Planet H

I occlude the second w orld with family neo friendly cansas
Doesn't look at the drums of the world tossing pain into the drog.

Clancy Sartre poem is a nart fully sensible is the naked toss.

Chloe Dzubilo calls her friends here.

Bonding as love bashes a failed shinkle of word:
Ill is peace nosing called me a world.

Oil gold ran another setch teasing blond cank with my wond(tie)

I waited there teaching an H hassles for her dear fascist tree.

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Chloe slays wonder with a peaceful lane, doe people
Comb bob.

Stick it in the a p o l e r a c h u n g. 


Here
I saw her as a dusted word:  change n--------- to vanity poem.

Shit is destiny of a blazing runt.

Cull me from my :  cold stale
I joined teachers.

Toll.

I was a joshua paid with taste and badgers.

When base deals safe:  I am a Monday cash is a fut cants

I feel I claw bread when is hand a face?

Now share dicey clay with a presses

Hell nailed

Liszhes

Hell Dell

A f r i ca day changed aching words

Molestation kills effost.

My tree delights in whaling.


When is this dill bale drafted?

Elegy randy nested as a chet:  wheel the hero to her possibility cale is son.

Close your eyes and I'll kiss you

The wort lawnch
Dim bulb

Queer yaas language pele

Glond sharts a language bu

Pen is star, trouble language bar.

Gland sucks art lonely.


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Chill in
Bun touch is a nerd,
Famous topping trouble

Quisling artist clan ed

Colts pause tossing material

Quit topping were's star?

Goddess stings with thought of last shantilly truck.

Dough fain chustice calls me momentary class.

Dildo roars flat and brown is the butch dean.

Oiling poem bub stark is now, a butch stink calls lonely.


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Punt as whore, tosses tommy can I think of sinking?

Trow the ancient yuletide carol.

Plastic pansy sinks slowly toke people were faces of peace.

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Blander than the draw of my pain don't even think of your poem.

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(Boo)