middle class decision making protocols

My first temptation is to rant.

The excitement that loss [bisexuality] extremely launches is cruel.

The first order of knowledge for me is observation.

It is worrisome when the freedom one belongs to (that is, the freedom I like to say is laughter, friendly good parts of life) doesn't become presence of self for others.  I feel I disappear without making my presence known to the commonality, which in this realm, seems to be under the purview of a "middle-class."

It is peace which brings hope; peace which makes the intercourse of each available to all.

[However]  I have also witnessed peace and individuality commingling upon the success of a demonstration for transgender rights.  A rush of joy to which I belonged which (I have no idea whether I love my work) enveloped our transiee house living room became lavender work,


As soon as lab

success shiv experimentation

Inhibited writing

This andrea art.  This plan.  This plane.  I gave a strength to my [no word except crancy, being an interruption or as Joseph would have it a brain fart though expressive of some deep psycholinguistic structure unknown in import].

This plane I know is an array here.  It is my array,  It is a famous teal plane.

I know I have wounded my [an uninhibitedly typed word] crack.

Only I feel

uninhibited.

presence pounds

'tis a haunted omen art kin trunces whether where it is positively eats ella bothering the trance allah;
Clown palm prances it belongs here with presences eating pain without presence without wanatch.

Inter mittent plows weird.

The straight story and where is it where is the plan of that praying clay called crances?

A silly place where all presences scare my mother trying here to create that rest a bong places

with my crance.

It is an ululation drinking very passionate presences.

Queer bathing creates a breast and what family goddesses friend on my a thonk where yas clowns positively passion client.

He knew where there was pretty hunting.

Existentialism, taught to a freak by a conformist.

You dread hell





You people are clouds interested in man planning a baby for their croft.





Lonely weird weird is you. I am thinking you are thinking for you.





A substantial -- wait-- what?






A substantial praise of bad words





Such as dreams clamming you are pain to my lonely body.





Cash in, cash out.





Clover dries in the sunshine bothering the odorous plains with priests and wot.





Ever is you.





Is it my friend who needs you?





-Is estrogen within the bounds of proper usage?





Are you god?





Don't decide just yet.





Where is the freak?





Oneonta is not dad but maybe it's God.





Swill with twill your pill with skill on a hill in dill off the sill.





Please be embraced as a drama happiness.





No part of the grief which is your angst died with the dream called change.





Angst bothers me because safety clown clown is brenda present is not friendly.





Deep in my spine is the reactive force which needs to evolve by engaging with the gentleness of human existence.





Noises Off (an already written play).





Sorry teachers pain died in my crease for man as troubled treasonous worker.





William Pie A Qumran

Flowers engage with not body.

Is your body properly drummed into presence of lesbian drummer?

Lesbians drum.  I want to drum.  Ergo.

Oils off the brand cloud here god kindly treats me essentially cruelly.

It is not for audience with binge prone plan?

The star of this friendly grave is mala, Why bother?

You who bond with round rind:  you may dream where you are above sartre plowing max

Where I love you kind bod; Loud proms ground the prince's rent.

aga khan trance,

That old college try

art whizzes the flowers above my pretty plow.

The possible blisses its known pleas,

The man of his shame teaches it bowing to the string.

I wear little pains above my crane, laughing for its nuts,

The strong planes belong here and it is edited for presence,

As all planes peel a night of man and raises , I am present,

Cancers wither where blames claims its known planet,

The deformation of words and signals fro within galley go away,

I am a straw player,

Ogle the frames,

Apart of there is ago to itself.

The past will kill no one,

I am here above the stars cheating men of reasons to stick round angst is a bland flower,

Clouds interest themselves (cheese) clouds blow into their place

Whence the rain bombs proud trampolines,

Oil loud oil.

Trees borrow a stain from answering planes pleading for brenda,

I will laugh happily castles eat it too.

The macaroni and cheese deal with needs craned without stink or strange planees,

Straw recurs,

It is you here it is you alive it is you friendly it is my manhood stupefying shit to be dark and free,'

Stanza,

The mallet, swung, presses the ball
Through the wicket.

The elevation of my blind grantee

Is hirsute flank upon my winsome
fleece.

Flank your wares with planes, with rain, with feeling.

Why steam proud clay?

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Wrong blend

Charged Up, family

Open

I like wearing people with their safe routes and their crone papers.

The devil with angst and weirdness,

"Coyls"

Average pain bothers me.

Convictions wait fairly,

Sorry I don't know what to say,