Ma mama ma moss
The ecrit de butch
Authority
[Wills "Murder" with a Nut]*** ***I am not threatening anyone
Lest you need a material
Where Rice is the narc
I guiltily write this with
Ashes making myself a drummer
Lashes pain writes of Stashing
Worlds to listen for a Flower
Netting a calm lover, I give you
Art
Delight in bands that part with art.
Ask for rights
Ask for National or mammon
worlds
Cashing anger is drunk.
Mashing a moment of authority
Empire Changes Justice
I treat you worrisomely
Whether I am part of
Clouds glowing in the castle
Or whether darkness
Strengthens passion with
A face
These Words Follow The
Nut dies glowing
Today I give you a patience
Change your possibility
And live trying a cope dream
The death of words proceeds
In the fashion of a downward
Stone circle path.
They do not say themselves
I ask to give words and they
Die in my mind and in my throat
I ask to give answers
They change where possible
Clouds die in my freedom
Empire of reasoning dies
With a patience toward ashes
The destruction cannot listen for sacks
Of asterisks
Chase down the nut
Chase down the famous clown
Ask your freedom from my
A Frakes Calls
First Officer buys itself
Nerd
I silkenly proceed within a
Confused
Disintegration of art
Cold and in denial
Say you
I cannot seek god in a chaste
Pagan room
To ask for my own
Thoughts
To bring myself
Love
To give myself
Fame
I deal low junk in the foul
Goddess' crime.
Such blaspheming desire
To reach the sky
In its national crookedness:
I am destroyed.
I am brought low
I am Sky
Dean is my fruitlessness.
Golden life saved itself to be nothing
Rather than a clown
I seek dirt
I seek patience
The pollution growing in the planet's
Round loss
Guiltily I perceive its own
Plow.
Death for a man
(A savior is a part of a moment)
Washing death in a leper's masque
I deal a match with another
Mantra
-- Here the night stopped me --
The clogged coagulates of cruelty
Fall into the open rain
Don't sell your Rome here.
I'm a bitch.
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