SKIPS
Faux br'er ft (or why i am so wise) convenient.
pop's clchr cold shldr jean pull/ richyoull.
always be jealous.
so sigh (and have) tea times up.
Th sin. I. C. ntnsv Lee.
A stationary body levee space. Memeyeself&I.
Poor Mo' Dense-isms on me. in loose torn Deaf Lyo tards.
Twster tny fsts in stale smoke
Feigny masticates broad hips.
So... Sidewalks See? a Flaneur Faux Webby txt. U C.?
(it's for the people)
uh huh...(chew gum hear listen)
BLACK ANTS
Black Ants in jaguars encapsulated human ache 2 oh.spittle.deep pants.He splattered, don't you ever gar bodge your own insects.
Asked her, starf-ish. Or by boat,is it faster to point B. Here and. Don't say the you do it. First,you don't.
Amplitudes reed the bottom. The masses. A drive-by shooting,no matter what you mention,you're digging a hole ultramarine hollow bipolar skin tone.
Atrium distended and hyphenated. The roly-poly way of thinking.
Breathing half full in an argument with god. or God.
And a couple of really thin pages between the lungs.
Gag gallops and rolls the uvula. speak up,she said.
It must all mean something, because, nobody, stops at that stop sign. Turn to the page where it starts to fill the room wet.
Tree tops shy knee, lunch box.
Inclined to cry fingers. and dirt. webbed equestrian kicks.Look out behind you the greasy.
The angles of the fracture cast light from up above.
A patch,a plug for materials less crucial. The telescope aarghs the ablutions and aaghs the compendious plank.Propelled by an echo, the arsenal floats.
A spread sheet short meat thick white narwal. net you. What is a bamboo? Refusal of autonomy.
Lean and lean into the end, it can't reach scrape . It can't wait.The porch horse wailing.A right,handed polar bear.
Hurricane of geometric symbols
Say swim. It tastes loud a rule in. alas,also von it alone.
RIGHTING
The beginning words: Der tingle. Sheesh. God. Tonal. Sarcasm. Cellar. Trust.
Sweet letter legged wasps use large gerunds in tactile measures, are
in laymens terms, Allergic Answers. The correction (of the face off) for the century.Time spent
researching willful decisions, questions so deluxe, given as is.
Tangential to the topic at hand,regarding where it came for.
So it goes into a metamorphosis of the kind, which of course,won't run.
The Holy water is spent,
raging moments further than whatever prophets of words are.
Sadly aching. And the signed cast,the many colored surface that has glass-like trust,.
It can't get a grip on what the ol' belief ridden claw marks are for.
So many people climb the stacks of books, exactly what it is
the juror does not know.The hidden angelic cavern, not unlike the 'fridge, is on the run.
(Six of these,huh?)Figures not so sure about the filling hymns wake for
rest. In 2nd place is painting,and religion. Most of the time,demons have the run
on what cavorts as goodness gracious.Acidic bubbling from bad tracts,which is
what a plotter of paths,characters - attractive dark haired aliens , most are
good for nothing. Grace is beside the manner, when all is left to trust.
Come forth, ascending seriphim from a shadow,a great deal of communicative energy spent.
A time like trial collapsed into something resembling a press run.
Idiosyncratically, a smirk shattered the silence,which is
exactly what the head doctor,the black mask of level water, spent
all his library dues on. In most cases rebellious figures in purple impressionists shades are
salty when it comes to belief systems. Especially politics,which what it is for
can sometimes seem like a transparent icey catwalk, unevened by a lack of trust.
Slumping autumn conclusions ,last pages waking moments and the peruse is
the reason,the ability to stop when everyone else says run.
Like he (saided), the door. Are
you going into the end ? For
those about to write. In god we trust.
Just so you wont fill. Your time was spent.
And then God's golden lights are
turned inward, betraying and trust
chafing lyrics with handshakes. Dogma on, people who do like to run
usually find they are treatlessly wagging what they spent.
Praying,meditating,spaced out,or just not focused, it finds it is
Given the final grand "what for".
NEW COMMUNITY
It is. The keyboard is yours.Itcanoftenbeastringofseeminglymeaningless
STUFF. BROUGHT TO YOUR POWER BY SOMEONE ELSE. [all] [sorts] [of] simple options.
SEARCH. the world is now smaller and faster. you are not [on a line alone]
this banner is a banner that is decor that is taken for granted across the front of your face
To you from me.
TITLE: subject the thoughts with quick correct punctuation.
and so on and so forth and he said that she said the document
said "thanks!" have a nice day please return to sender reply to
copy the polite thing to say with a signature and a curiousity to
efficiency in culture the ever changing work of love and money
communicates
re:you
READING REYOU
Meaning ..................................................................................sew calculus ass tornado cunundrum
aint ............................................................................................pentagram metronome portent talc
what.......................................................................................... shadow self other what the mirror
for ............................................................................................reflexology scribe light stone rote
i ................................................................................................ pat her number after answers clam
tear ......................................................................................... saturday thursday reading now motive
it
apart
perfectly
still
in
motion.
for.
is now
the analysis. the process coming to wars you.
Re dirt the crust with guts and personal surface responsibility. roars across the page to read itself again. the words are what for. the eggtooth is a quill shrodinger phoenix.
sitting there again in itself and hovering within a couple of blue lines,carefully learned for
the reader to carefully sit there and again,read what for the words are not reading themselves they are not alive without the what this is doing write now.
the
reader
is
zombified
with
the water of life, a before and after biscuit giving birth to itself. not an image. no imagined motive must address itself itself.
po(mo)p will clean eate itself, itself .call man sin/se.ntence intents intense $cents$
CANT HALF
can't creating, large.Literally______Read. brks.phses frnds kllng ART tgthr.Sftng procss n-tnt stmch numb,l O O k shvr nspration.wrttn face.Aye tho trough true wlleyd value text.
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THE DOOR/out
war tiptoe verb bodies.
medium breath even steps. eyelids.
forgot the city. the moon.
(i wrestled the waves and succumb under dark rollers.)
glass window pane knives blindfolded.
snuggle ISBN cuddle
the dewey grass.
wish 'll a memory
crowd spend the night in ten years
so lops his uuum.
please attend meeting concern support.
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