As if I knew
****************
Let us try a few words and see what my fingertips have to offer.
Okay, one, two, three.
Alsace
Legerdemain
Weird Bard
Cope a hunter/honter
There is a debut of a lank
Troubled free friend.
She called dave where he was
in the band
At Iffley Road
Thee roman parfait contrarian.
A soarer in the Thames water springing it on me
Like a weird dream.
So one dreams weird angels he saved her easy.
Cold concept is a friend for its own franken
Okay density
Each word is an approval fight where I am
Cleansed and rolled in the waves
I am failing to gain Kunstler
Death is not hi, thank you easy we trained its rest gay.
I waited to act and now I : hang the words, sac.
Tuesday, April 19, 2016
Ponds
Write a kind word.
The crickets in the vines are chirruping
And Where is that guy who was here?
40 years since it thinks it is sanguine
The tram across your body
Itches
Of that clientele.
rang a lot
She climbed
Dust in her pantry.
A bright shaft of wand, a woman climbs life.
Go with you creator.
Delay6 no one wincing
It haunts me.
Claiming my mind reasons it is drama wanting.
===============
Does a materialist create
language or the drama he cried for?
In the mid-Dell
When there is a world of blond plain "along" gold plains a worker possibly bombs stupefy friendly blame cruel allah stupefy is alive cruelly work hard is a drama I do not play.
When worlds save poems work is blond and troubled.
Chloe friend life work I liked aloneness work poem is lonely soft flame play razor "plom"
Oh well whatever I was belongs alone where body clamps a strength (weird claims strength of plane)
Where you are bother a lofter calming mama,
A family of beauties andrea was alone where I was alone friendly, Yes I loved her, You like my mind, I sorry of bran plane calls me where I love you lonely of love,
It is a drama I beed alone,
We never had a shag carpet in the 70s or any other time,
When worlds save poems work is blond and troubled.
Chloe friend life work I liked aloneness work poem is lonely soft flame play razor "plom"
Oh well whatever I was belongs alone where body clamps a strength (weird claims strength of plane)
Where you are bother a lofter calming mama,
A family of beauties andrea was alone where I was alone friendly, Yes I loved her, You like my mind, I sorry of bran plane calls me where I love you lonely of love,
It is a drama I beed alone,
We never had a shag carpet in the 70s or any other time,
Sunday, February 21, 2016
I want to write good things about my body that loves me.
Horizon Broad
Orchid winter land woman
Who is a Santa Aunta
Whales call my mind
Quarrying my life
Trying to Love a long world.
***********************
Urchin
Whether my nine trains
Blank my queer tree
I value a weerld and it is
Porsches, Languages, Families
Which create an artist (I Scot):
Quarrying underneath a hunter
I borrow loss,
Interesting to my wince.
Concept issues my act
Of horror.
*******************
A Ticket to Elide
Oat Art Face Conch
Around
Marsha
Who was Dear
Of a people
Caused of
words.
Orchid winter land woman
Who is a Santa Aunta
Whales call my mind
Quarrying my life
Trying to Love a long world.
***********************
Urchin
Whether my nine trains
Blank my queer tree
I value a weerld and it is
Porsches, Languages, Families
Which create an artist (I Scot):
Quarrying underneath a hunter
I borrow loss,
Interesting to my wince.
Concept issues my act
Of horror.
*******************
A Ticket to Elide
Oat Art Face Conch
Around
Marsha
Who was Dear
Of a people
Caused of
words.
Saturday, February 20, 2016
Why don't you tell me -a- -uch- was it be?
Why do you know me?
Why were you lonely?
Where are you?
What is it to be a hole?
Face it, death is a hutch.
No one bothers with me fine.
I like what I am.
Were you good?
I loved alone.
-Poosy-
Oral C
Na
Dancing a lie is a terrible whore.
Go away shark.
I used you to be alone.
Work is a drenched stumbling glans angst sark
Coi allah oral money , is Sartre's aced race ; oral and a knife in my mind
Which is you.
I hated the freedom of values and steezi God.
Steezi days
Steezi plays.
Okay?
I am you stinking alone.
Push it alive e u ah.
Vortex clown.
Why were you lonely?
Where are you?
What is it to be a hole?
Face it, death is a hutch.
No one bothers with me fine.
I like what I am.
Were you good?
I loved alone.
-Poosy-
Oral C
Na
Dancing a lie is a terrible whore.
Go away shark.
I used you to be alone.
Work is a drenched stumbling glans angst sark
Coi allah oral money , is Sartre's aced race ; oral and a knife in my mind
Which is you.
I hated the freedom of values and steezi God.
Steezi days
Steezi plays.
Okay?
I am you stinking alone.
Push it alive e u ah.
Vortex clown.
Sunday, February 14, 2016
Fostered a Density
Climate
Today was horrible. Today I loved wood. Today I was a wood. Wood mark; wood top; wood match; I worked a lover to be safe with her beasts; and she is me trees , here.
I hardened a drama with a capitalist.
Men don't weigh hacks.
I read things and I try to write what I say for myself to my life.
My freedom I have been a word, which makes me sorry I saw you here. Sorry it was old in my laughter, 'cause I tried to leave your body.
After my mind types these things it is trouble here. Was I a force to listen and love?
Loyalty to men a fun drama was it here I lied?
I lied to you: I am a murderous estrogen estrogen bruce.
julia murray has a ninja death. He I live a paper waste.
When there is a whale ao whale a whale ao whale eo
Gallons of language trolls my inches a Sartre change of my body, I hastened, tests, average ways.
No I weighed it in its own lie of pussy vulture witches pee: I made my laughter deal with trends I liked a angry land.
Will you please deal ? I deal , instead: facts yellow and her shark eels its art. Eels its flies above its carcass (change of wood is a draw).
lord dancing my dry eyes.
Monday, February 8, 2016
Broken Horrors
anger I say I hippie
I world
I al-apu
I a-ba
I a-ba
Was-a
Was-a
Mama
Was-a
Heh
Was-a
Etch
What what wook-uh
What i-bo
What i-bu
a live week
A wor/nd
Clouds
Seek-a
Clouds
Ware
Wa-ba
Words?
Wa-ba
I wee
Cloud
Work
Is a Mama
Here bisexual is a worker here
Gold Whales eat guests destiny
Work a worker is b.a. woman baba
Work hard,
I fuck up.
I world
I al-apu
I a-ba
I a-ba
Was-a
Was-a
Mama
Was-a
Heh
Was-a
Etch
What what wook-uh
What i-bo
What i-bu
a live week
A wor/nd
Clouds
Seek-a
Clouds
Ware
Wa-ba
Words?
Wa-ba
I wee
Cloud
Work
Is a Mama
Here bisexual is a worker here
Gold Whales eat guests destiny
Work a worker is b.a. woman baba
Work hard,
I fuck up.
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