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.

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.

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.

Land why bother?

These are strictly notes to myself.  That you may read them is an acknowledgment of consent to my right to write to myself as I please, without consideration of consequences good or ill.  The need to be honest outweighs the need to exercise caution.  If you do not agree, you do not have my consent to read my words any further.

DFuck oaldf

Cocksucking stunk black black is a man world of peace.  Sorry,, my mind got my mind interested in drunken sick Gods like my mind is a woman partly tarking laughter and partly drunk on stink.

My failure to understand thoughts that my mind tosses out means that I am sinking into a flower of moose, a dahlia, poisonous and plosticx.

Covision I thought would [I can't think ofd the word], "allow" men to be thought of as God the painful faggot I neer taossed land is words.
  Be no one.  Be your freedom.  Idfd you don't see me as work, then I must be free.  This is right.  I am peepee, I am popoo, I am a rohrshach for your xlass.Many dots are apparently topping the prissy grain ofd your teinkinta.  Slam my meess , vut don't go away.

The Pope of Nastiness

Stepping onto the narrow rope bridge over a rocky chasm,
I have loved friends.
I have brought my life a land of hope.


Today I create a friend with my slow fascinated somber crap.
Illness is a pagan rote flaming in a slave place:
The whole fact not a brass triangle.


Cold is a fussy shaida with my clan (is that pagan?)


The troubles to which I am inured toss the claims of brass to a fair blank world.


I sorry I am a pup.


Quilting the leash into my crows tension I guess I am here.

Bulkage

maka fake rone dotch.  Plu blue glue flutch.  A singer boss blames stuss.  Glowering flowering drying pus.  Lousy angry stopping bus.  Cruel jewel angering druss.


Sickness bitness is a fling; queer and possible are a-ring.  Glowing, flowing, I see blue; cold and godiless, sex is flue.


Topiary, row


Plow a famous girl to do.  I am a fool to be so crustu.


Noisy and ponderous dark and fat, I see men with no hair at.  The flames are all troubled, the scenes have bubbled; gold and costliness are a plat.


Donate your reasons; glean your flea sons.  Guild your me sons, and glare me at.


Toat the rye, gloat the sky.  I am a tall season of gnat.


Pussy tosses a round dark flare; I sicken your flowery hair.  Stupid is a willow with no kazoo, Flamboyant carotid lasts till two.

Totally noncreative.

Please sanka.  Please dons.  Please wake up.  Please sink.  Will Darkness strob gatcha's drain?  I will never be a word for leftism.  Chaos and roses thought of rentals for the droft.  Quasi six is a notch of my freedom.  It's skinny and free.


Lass peace wonk dreary fandom.