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)

***

Taste my drama.

***

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).

***

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

***


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

***

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.)

***

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.