I Like Red Because It's Sexy: a note to my readers

On Selectivism

A place where love causes deaf gold.
Every night I feel needy.

Merry Christmas Day feels alive

People try love and guidance

Selective cruelties are devoting hope to causes.

Maybe another effort to calm safety's slave is fun.

Crashed on force.

Around here there's crack; save me, I ask.

Clean and sobriety is dream of ladies from Aurora.


I don't know what good self-freeing anger might look like
I think I ran for priesthood.


It's sort of nothing.


Maybe you will need a nut job.


See for yourself the cries of my changes:

Freedom whore shit on nut of calmness.

I loved life before my change became nice.
Slew the cream of Sartreian pain.

Baby, you are happy.

Since Christ was truth, there's anger of neediness.
Since cruelty is money, there's darkness of flaw.

(But cruelty is there in me.) --

A slow car enters a dream as passionate Aubrey L.
and wails, "Martha drew gaze."

I say yes to hope as owl and Monet.
Whence cometh Pookah.

Need is safe; trust is poem.

My apologies to one who argued for gentle treatment.

I love sucking tigers with me.

Sick is not change.

A girl.

I include myself as one of my own wimmin.

Does summer hide from mechanics?

My grandfather aboard the battleship Arizona
Married a dancer, Eudora, and had a baby Jack
in Los Angeles, moved to Seattle because of
all the Earthquakes.

My grandfather, the mechanic (did he own his shop)
sold popcorn in movie theaters.

His son on the way to management, drafted for Korea
stayed in the Army.

His manly body in the foreground, married to my exhausted
Mother, me in her arms in Georgia, USA.

1963 was the year.

Gratitude begins with love.

What was her Will that brought together the son of a sailor and dancer
and the daughter of a machinist and housewife
many years after the Depression and World War II (during Vietnam).

Why did my parents call the Civil Rights Movement, the Negro Uprising.

Dark harmonies were altered to meth.

I loved freedom and it was all there when sun shined on children
just back from the US of A.

It was solid, tough, strong.

Now I know that feelings freedom are created truthfully as
fruit of Bruce (my old name).

She and I are loving and have something called love from
my mother (she said).

I know that she will treat me like I am free.

There is the sun shining.

The mechanics are treating themselves as men.

I must try to embrace the creativity that caused change:


Will home to live fool. Bartering for hostess for love.
A punch to the wood; and a guard of the bee chest.
Mother of whores, let love lie hopefully.


My mother loves me (but not as Julia).

I created change for life and now it's another person.

Declaring myself as a hollowed mother to babies.

A poem to drugs.

Being in the State of Arizona is cold.

Many seek tallow; I write for madness.
Deal is slime.

George Oppen, a poet, wrote of summer and mechanics.

A person without understanding

Feelings love pain creativity.
Many change and I caused it.

Smith was men;
I know it.

I created Life
She was life.

I caused man.
He was death.

I have made some creative lessons:
Was there a knowledge for yes?

Maybe you will know why.

And live.






Be kind.




Dreams want me best as mess.
Dreams love teasing her.

I wanted to love and like with
a best fear.

She was my dress with hell.

Since you are nothing and I am trying,
I will teach feelings.

Crack never was baby.

I like my friends.

I want money like there's pain.

Please give someone a home.

I like darkness as change.

You created change.

I wanted change.

You loved change.

I liked me.

See what happened?







Find your peace.




Maybe hope will love you.




I cried because life is a leaf.


Lesbians have one or two kinds of feelings.

I like the many understandings of being.

I think one or two feelings make life good.

I want to end what I made.

That's contradiction.





A future is mine.
A hope is love.

Dry dry dry.



Called chase parsley
Called pain a goddess.

Liked staking whore
Liked making flies.

Since you grew I love a way of feelings.

You crude and painful lover.
You cruel and beastly woman.

I loved help like I loved bodies.
I loved life like I loved babies.

I loved being like I loved teaching.

Me a nerd: Keep a hope hope hope.

Me a fool: or dark like tear.

Swamp is meadow
Love is drugs cough

Life makes boys feel poor

I need to let love treat life with kindness and joy

Jolly hopes and hopeful dreams

Love under Will

Please see a goddess cry
Where people love there is home.

I share hope; doubt dreams of love.

Peace to narcissists.

Glow is my force.





When babies love life then I am made calm.



Peace to justice
Peace to dreamers
Peace to nerds
Peace to bosses
Peace to martyrs

Make love to life

I grow slowly.

Mame, a Broadway show!

Men do life for a lot of reasons

I tried to kill pride
I tried to murder my love for pain.

See darkness

Mary draws a drug

I, Julia Murray, ask for love that is gentle and dark

When money is flow

Essays such as this

Money with dreams :
no afraid for life

Sex with nothing:
Love is painful

A lot of freedom:
Crap

Sexuality as woman:
Dressed like her

Medicine with change:
Peace

You and I sexy for love:
Brought to be shit

A woman who wanted freedom is murdered as cocksucker

I lived and I will listen;
Be loving and give to hope.

I need dry pick

Trying Howard: A poor sheriff

Bread
Breasts
Money

Answers
Life

Pain

Is Sexuality with Drugs

I am a fuck

Me give love

I like me

I like dill pickles

I like giving hair to piss off death

Yes there is love for a drug addict.

I cried because I am a woman.

Love me for liking dreams of shaving my hair

Flow is living as darkness is feelings

Many is life

I love you

Leaning on beth was shit; knowing pain is path.

I live for bitching.

Why deal with me? To have my breath

Strikes.
Murder
Anger
Teeth

As I love, I am a bourgeois bitch.

Land of Paranoia

Giuly

A Day for slow kind feelings.

Many feelings.

Abracadabra

Since death is cruel, I fly ...

Fruitfulness or money

See what you have made; there is truth but no home.

See what you have done with love: It's there and you need to love life and give someone very tiny gifts.

The only gift there is is life.

Make your life the way you have hope.

I try to add but I end up doing what the Goddess needs: feelings make changes.

I have said and I know love is giving life for another.

I want you to know that when I make you feel strange it's from being without hope.

I created strength that was poor so I could live without being treated like straw.

Maybe I'm supposed to know all the time what is happening. I can't share home because it's very far.

Let yourself understand that maybe no one tries suffering in order to be smarter or happier. It's a fool that makes love as darkness is sorry.

I am trying to know how life is home.



You can be the woman you are. You can be the lover you are. You can be the teacher you are.



I want you to know that when I am part of love, that I will be home.

Will is the way I love the Goddess. She is loving and good. I need to know love.

I have not known what beauty and life are. I only wanted to succeed as distant.

Maybe you will live without being foolish. I love to make good: it's nothing without happiness.

Hope, live, love, be.

May the gifts you know are for you make happiness every day's portion,

Thank you for reading this really weird rambling writing. I am a little tired and there's no good thing but accepting kindness for its own worth.

Enjoy a quiet and restful day.

Yours,

me

Thank you for many loving days.

Being free to share

Help, help, help

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I don't like hope; like like like

Conviction is dirty, Goddess says freedom

I say freedom

She wanted love.

I paid freedom.

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Rosy

You treat me for Goddess
You treat me as heifer

I love you

Be what you are
Be what you love

As you loved my softness
I am your trust

As drugs are cruel
I love your home

A sharp and dreaming need
A kind and hopeful yes

Me rosy

Another straw
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Average

Wisdom is dirty dark and bad
Why is there shame

Love is changing life as best

Is there cruelty?

Me teach flames

Teasing girls is many failures
Sex and death path

You are flame and yes to need of
Shaman madness

Queen mother is need to give