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,

A Sneaky Trip and a Glorious Future

The work of a bard

So one

troubles

a loft.

Annihilation
Stinks

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Art does not bring words
Rather the reverse,

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\Oh allah coldly craze

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A nether-land  is treats

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On unity and respect:

As all arches
As all pops

Along where
Pom-pom girls]

March before
The trombone  wielder,
It is well to poop.

Sidesaddle.

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The disgusting fascination

Queries polite rents,

Oy blushes

.
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Scenario calls me alone

The assassinated friend pardons
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Adrenalin pulls presence here,

A coil of  "we strongly inhibit your cleansing
Of our lord park tree."

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The attachment is gone
but it rests not,
.

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A dark communique renders me mute,

Rain withers trees.

Pull with rough plows

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The resonance pardons Mom
with Love.

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a writing

Okay, I liked it.

if you want my mother to listen what is it?

Scalps used to drop by the thousand  Crack didn't deal with anger,  Gas the bansee /clouds roam where I belong,  O bar goddess where is a friend?

I see bad romans dreaming cruelly, it's a bunch of shit,

Where is the best?

Alone typing crosses stupid nut,

climb over the ward of benson,

Closer roned drunk.

Computer push it,

Computer rose on itself,

roses  glare friendly bane,

Why it bonds with loneliness, I have no drama/elo/pope collar,

I believe my body is drummed (out?)  I sickened dreams targeting dry selves.  Someone a baby worked

Break into sobbing

oi poop cloud of bing clay,

Estrogen angels live for trouble (not, no,)

wear is the people?