The grim evening closed. The grim evening closed its stroll. The grim evening belongs where I am, poor, stupid, clueless. The grim even ing weeks wars and it is positive it is alive. World of my mind , what is a faggot for blonds?
I feel worse is it my mind?
\Close pastor starkotic worth it to be your straft blanging wise school boloney people it said that my mother is my mother worth every place tribe waise tests change boloney o word it sucks stop it stupid queer indry a lafing worker treating me it is dud.
Polls.
Money works its money in its itches.
Tell my thought it gone stop it. Tell my mom I live here with my brother workth it. Got my mom and she was ranger gruelly he gruelly. Sto[ here. he pulled in his dream and died working for my wasys of mopping crap out of the Goddess' stinger.
Bull shit it is here.
Scars niggers stupid stupid stupid is body.
Fasting works in you r land of pleasing stanger.
Boss, you care.;l
Pastor starkotic closes my mind falling and death was alive in its love at or bnoop. Death is faces. I see I wages are transsexual pleasure and sick pain. Wise star place is not here with darkness staying a cold ancient chastity.
These tails are long and arfunkel got me troubled under a bridge.
So much drunkenness.
God is a pastor of night death and black bulls steepling their love as a drag bob. Cklamming. I hate words sorely and it is it is words that make peace feel ago a
I saw my drugs.
Bull suckers.
I suck ass.
I think I golden bush.
He loved my swars.
Af uck is his deathing world.
I wish you believed I am alive and free!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
Sunday, September 13, 2015
Monday, August 31, 2015
ojock
I trouble the bombs wearing stars; I see God tasting drugs as a massive angst clouds him; I drop all pink words to make my mind play a body's needs; I sell papa's staunch sorties to the place I week poll in the mess of my plan.
Clouds softly poll their troubles stop it now.
I give up my mess and bother plants calling as night is possible.
Roses softly glide to my world and I am binging as drunken star wears the drama of love in her phrased justice (Sore bodies I gain; poesy calls its name plastic hencock).
Blue name softly is here. Body climbs into plank walls with my mind in possible tests.
Fall in my mind and I will play yes to the drama wet and strong.
Clouds softly poll their troubles stop it now.
I give up my mess and bother plants calling as night is possible.
Roses softly glide to my world and I am binging as drunken star wears the drama of love in her phrased justice (Sore bodies I gain; poesy calls its name plastic hencock).
Blue name softly is here. Body climbs into plank walls with my mind in possible tests.
Fall in my mind and I will play yes to the drama wet and strong.
Sunday, August 23, 2015
Fuss
No, I am here.
large pill
Work is fists not plastic.
Oh no.
Oh floor.
I am papa, the lens is his.
J o b.
large pill
Work is fists not plastic.
Oh no.
Oh floor.
I am papa, the lens is his.
J o b.
Wednesday, August 5, 2015
Big Brother Julia
I loved my mother.
More later.
Welcome to Rockaway Beach, Oregon.
Mmhmm. (Just clearing my throat).
My mind, or whatever it is, whatever you may call it, drifts back for convenience's sake, for the moment and what I hope to wring from it, to days of yore, say 5 or 6 years ago, when -- without your (my reader's) knowledge -- I would spend hour after hour writing in the most difficult of veins, the kind that, if it was a small amount more wrenching would have put me in the hospital, the kind that at 3 in the morning involved bout after bout of wailing and crying so that I was sure the police would soon arrive, the kind that might draw the attention of even my deafened mother. This fleeting thought recalls those days when I linked writerly perfection to emotional self-torture, so that only one word at a time might do for each aspect of traumatic recall that I enacted over hours in my old bedroom in the Arizona dark.
Now that I am in new environs, close to the ocean, only one state south of the places my relatives called home, I am entirely comforted in the thought that I will soon visit my Aunt Linnet in Bellingham, Washington, probably prepatory to moving to THAT area. I feel my stay here is untenable. I cannot let anger and pain become the accompaniments of familial love.
No one needs to become afraid because of my answers to my mind's cruelties.
I can be peaceful; I must be strong. For a long time I have thought I had reached my limits of both those qualities. I look forward to a bit of freedom that I recognize as a need to fulfill and a possibility of something faintly new.
I don't really write like this.
Safety, stability and security are my watchwords.
More later.
Welcome to Rockaway Beach, Oregon.
Mmhmm. (Just clearing my throat).
My mind, or whatever it is, whatever you may call it, drifts back for convenience's sake, for the moment and what I hope to wring from it, to days of yore, say 5 or 6 years ago, when -- without your (my reader's) knowledge -- I would spend hour after hour writing in the most difficult of veins, the kind that, if it was a small amount more wrenching would have put me in the hospital, the kind that at 3 in the morning involved bout after bout of wailing and crying so that I was sure the police would soon arrive, the kind that might draw the attention of even my deafened mother. This fleeting thought recalls those days when I linked writerly perfection to emotional self-torture, so that only one word at a time might do for each aspect of traumatic recall that I enacted over hours in my old bedroom in the Arizona dark.
Now that I am in new environs, close to the ocean, only one state south of the places my relatives called home, I am entirely comforted in the thought that I will soon visit my Aunt Linnet in Bellingham, Washington, probably prepatory to moving to THAT area. I feel my stay here is untenable. I cannot let anger and pain become the accompaniments of familial love.
No one needs to become afraid because of my answers to my mind's cruelties.
I can be peaceful; I must be strong. For a long time I have thought I had reached my limits of both those qualities. I look forward to a bit of freedom that I recognize as a need to fulfill and a possibility of something faintly new.
I don't really write like this.
Safety, stability and security are my watchwords.
Wednesday, June 3, 2015
Bitch LI
There is a difference between being not identifiable
and destroying yours and others identity or identity itself.
The bright, lucid, needful, giving I lies here. I am her.
Dye cold bank.
I ride a heterosexual man to his killings.
Jive dark wane is chick.
I cannot feel my ham.
I was here. Here I am. I am good Rusty my mind is a answer to hello.
and destroying yours and others identity or identity itself.
The bright, lucid, needful, giving I lies here. I am her.
Dye cold bank.
I ride a heterosexual man to his killings.
Jive dark wane is chick.
I cannot feel my ham.
I was here. Here I am. I am good Rusty my mind is a answer to hello.
All I have
As reverence hates father,
As mavalo glides,
As mastucker was here,
So laughter weighs itself and is a dust.
Chang was here.
God me domini glove.
As mavalo glides,
As mastucker was here,
So laughter weighs itself and is a dust.
Chang was here.
God me domini glove.
Wednesday, May 20, 2015
Alanka wasted dark priests is no folking bobo weird no dark dream is a star starring in fantasy.
Why crack the code when the code is you?
Africa I love you.
Africa I love you.
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