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)

Bashing Break

Spew

Crew Thyme

Boil
Rent

Clown
Stent

Few
Pent

A law
Bent.

Class
Meant

Roses
Cent

Tottering
Tent.

Coiling
Trent

Soiling
Sent.

Gruesome

Poetry is not a Game

Papi Dupe Weird News
Guacamole drone
Sore Poem

Baby is Bruce's a-shark
When My Drum
I lied about falling ---

I am peaceful words
But not a panderer

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Poem draws me to God/desses
Queer as my flamboyant programmable star.

Sharks died to be love
I am rot and brains.



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Scoring Bees

Teachers anger me family is woe.
Truth Got Duned (Polluted Teacher
Saw Me Dull).

You Allah Slunk Quarts to the
Language Floor.


New To Me Is Place

I have no hand

This pain works.
(The drug of my life is a moose.)

Home wander is moose.

The Goddess sought me out (why?) (Inking a patch to face (nasty claim pulls drive Momma?))
Thoughtfully I like handing fat work (She is a watch able fact).

(Words)

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Taste my drama.

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Pussy sought Bruce, not Taffeta murderous link.

Queer dancing, (my Mom) tastes dreamy peace -
Okay.

Watch, a laugh was a land tossed (bubu) -- a Sandra lent it.

Blank Plan roses

Pink Trees.

I have no work (a no one blows fast clouds).

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Delete

Pussy was here.

I have no drug.

Lapse in Poop is a fascist drama of hope and shame.

Dean tried to gall; money is not tossed.

Momentary Cash.

Delete

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Yoko Bubu wears a gay falla.  Mutant
Nash is quandary to hat (my life let edge stay fancy an(c)er).

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Lane is face plonk; hay thought
Hand is draw peal alone dome.

I sink about darkness but not sangra (famous teacher draw
wenc).

(She drew bulbs easily.)

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No hand (equal) "no," scanned

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
Blah
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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Gloppis.

S
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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.