Okay I'm bored.

Ass fascism

No loud.


No beak.


No fear.


No peak.


No world.


No suck.


No cock.


No muck.


I knack of big round and stupid beak.
Lot is my racism.


I found her seeking cankers with
A naked drunk eagles of peace.


War and my family stink because
Why a nationalist fear of beans?


Death falls into a famous herk testing
Momentary It is Sick to feel worse.


I feel nothing and I am a good person.






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Whoosh!


After early 60s op-art portrait of a jet fighter ... Gotta give credit where credit saps itself coldly.


I feel God deals me a Goddess in her night I am the
Sickness that screws famous dreams.


So one of the dreams was the one in which God
Thought of me because I am beautiful.


I fear the need of pagan thought.


Facts of my life seem to me to derive family's ascot
Finger to be loving but not safe.


Go Fish


And I am begun solties (BeBe)


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Wail


The bop prosodic panga


Lord of my family


Gives me a world of fascist


Kapable rake


Last of bars.


No one is here to be thoughtful.


I prefer ascots.






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Death of Beak


I surmise in the pain of her freedom
That amask deals sharing


To her thoughts I am big.


No one is beyond a role as long as
Feelings give bargains.


Doling my role fame is beans.


No one got that one but I am
Possibly thinking of yes God deal Goddess.


Woop.


Flannery O'Connor must be happy.

Work mama bebe is work oma anga lug

Drench your people and I am baba.  Baba is my mom is love and dirt.  I feel a world treating meme as love sucker drunk ad bird.

Coiling the snake dirt creates mama I am working bebe.  I feel another answer bink.

No one is afraid I am angry at life art is work baba.  Okay, I will be here.

I Love You

--
Because I love yoou safely and I care.

No one artistic has nuts as momentarily a Goddess of ancestry.

I seek art man laughter moose.

What ally I know is beast?

Okay.  I get it. Art a bop .  My mom is moose.

I have my mom.

The beast is my mom bebe.

No one is life bebe.

The beast loves me.

Strike

Until further notice, this lance will be dreamy and bubu ( orgy teaches bebe womanliness sickening isn't it?)

Andrea and my life borrow me td.  Bebe.  I don't worry orgasmic I don't know.

Aye Messy

orcan da lam a reagan deathness sicks me; why is it boring to love my life as I love my life?  What bothers me is the pain of myself acting drunk with anger for my dreams.  What is that?  I don't care.  I don't pea landg

Laughter bothers me.  I feel myself a ruoald

Landguae
Landg
\I race my mind mby

Laughter.  What is your appetite?  I feel a boring pig is new.  Shit, why be here?

Laughter maxes a pencil with a long fierce andrea.  I don't believe safety begins a language of bombs and teachers.

What separation between doctor and manhood involves a darkness of me?

I sick myself because thinking you are dashing messes gives me rape.

Cape me.  Wake your family.  I don't want that.

Please kiss my rangled dink.

I see myself open.  It is manly to be happy.

Boo.

On Reading Beat Poetry

I Don't Want to Die

As my goddess derives family terrorist my mom
My mom burdens are mine.

I feel nerdy in my cruel sake of burden.

It is anger words, a  word and I anger  a
Masher death sick is not love.

I failed to ask myself dreaming of a wand
What God dashes into with a lot rank

Language and my life peace I am you
And I cannot sapphire ingot reason like

Your name hopefully people need me.

A goddess knots peace worldness cruelness

I cannot party and love my Mom.

Pore thoughtless sinker feels argot
And burdens of  me grieving

Hack and work are burdening

I don't say I care, I have money
To belong to a hopeful

Angst party.

Kop peep mackankerous and rational

Work stick it out and it will be
A Passionate teacher.

I wanded to seek a Goddess failing me
With my own dream heart sickened

To think of  acting as a fecal sapphire.

Why and I am geek.