Losing this investment in a trade
With destiny... but recipe the simple wise... the river ties... its flow to two feet... two sweet... Tucci guy....
The music high...
Of pupil eyes.. that doom the rise...
Of hatred *** they
Knew my mind....
Whatever lose it. Find the body of a subject... dysfunction... at the luncheon... where I **** my life...
Buckets of love...
Carried by Leon ....love that stomach size...
I carry love in scrumptious wonder pies...
Like thunder in your mother's cries...
Wonder why... and stay in circle
Of other minds....
Never Stumble drunk
The thunder monk. Of mother mind.
So Leon says discover the love that she hides and say **** them other guys...
She comes surprised...  with drumming circle... hunger prize...
For two bucket guys that sacrifice the loving prize.... love those guys

Time is running out
The chandeliers appear as nearly driven into crystal tears
By prison fears.
Invisioned here....
He strikes a different zero energy
Complexity... of death and steer so  near necessity..  but distant to mixed appearance...  similar traits... developing mentally and limbic gears of kids see clear... seeing that the ships appear... with equipment strictly
Specified to mix atmosphere..
With gasses here...
And expand the massive stratosphere...
With Brandy whine and have man candy.. if she asks to share...
Her breath is fog that stares back at her... with gravity of passengers...
I'm asking her if her relationships
Equipped for outside passengers...
Passing near... the Harbour...
Armored and blessed in bartered trade... to offer her a passioned word... in exchange for a pass at her
And him... for happy ****** midnight massacre..... that will make me a happy girl... all I'm asking for...

Lecture Hannibals letter...
Nectar of a cannibal
To eat my words
By handful as an answer full
To the planet full
Of answers... left to answer all...
I seek it
Teach it.... breathe... in random hands
We plant a planet full...
Seeds the creeping feeling
That we planned it all....
But we see...
Contamination... reprocreation...
Salvation... save the planet in this stages face the brave and raise your guard. Like nature reclaims your slated soul.. jordan gablehouse can say it all... but we all take the fate of action we can save it all... and raise the hunger for enchantment of a planet. In danger of a fateful fall....

Seemingly spoken tides...
Reach the lunar eyes
Of moon and sigh...
The blooming plume of mother
To brother... grew inside...
And true devine...
From tomb to rise...
Disease will soon subside...
Or loom a while...
Than shrew and die...
While ruined people collect
Paystubs from bezos...
Its a movement time..
For beauty intervene...
And jovey explains the gay side
Truly from a straight dudes minds...
Brandy and her man candy
Will have it... soon.. and the dog...
Will
ruin mine... soon behind
Is Richard... loose his mind...
But somehow I feel
I'll be two behind...
Pursuing some fresh face
I never knew this time....
To love me... beautifully
Indisputably.. truly
In the gruesome blindness
Of my chewing grind
That I fuel the fire...
And swallow
Impunity as a true devine...

Retro vert. The textual vibe
I invest in pride
Slide messages in sensor
Self describing pleasure highs....
Connecting..  metal kindness...
To electric static...
Central minded...
Sentimental vibes
Eclectic collection... of a matchstick
Mattress... of the devils eyes...
My kettle black... the *** is
Metal mind...
One color somehow better
But never mind....
Shadows of a cemetery
Narrowly been scared
To climb and settle back
Down resting fine...
Underground...
A sentinel of sensory perception
We can sense is blind
Depth of messages in
Mentorship with blessed heavens glimpse and left behind
The dead to test the time...
And steven brandy fine as whine
I guess its best if I..  recollect...
What they've left behind...
But I'm willing to be the best
Thing to them... I won't get jealous...
Of these men of mine...
Neither pretend its fine...
I want you blessed and I...
Love *** with guys...
Girls and sweat *** describes
As collective headspace..
Detention vibes... of sensing highs
Between Steven's eyes and
Brandys thighs.... oh man your fine...

Listen to the timely fashion
Of rhyming antics
My mind has packaged
In synapse
Of time
Ravelling in slap stream fashion
The ******* romance
Of my deprived
And unwise actions
I'm just a man
In female transit
That speaks this fine.
But seems mismanaged


Hella beat call the time sheet
To find me
Underneath the scoreboard
War lord. With Michael jordans
Foot pressing on the floorboards
Crunch time in the land of rhapsody
Four more seconds than its no more....
Ima move it like a pound of porridge
In the mother ******* old folks home.... broke bones
And artforms coming universal
Who you March for
Target defeat racism or take part.. in March for... everyone or wait for God storm..

Taboo subject.. end of the concept
Packaging time
I ask dad if it's wise...
And he actually replies....
No asking its actually time...
Sike kid... damage your eyes...
Elapsed ****.. collapsed in a matter of retractable spines
that back the
Matter of mind until
Inception of collateral action
Sadly applies....


I'm like **** son this crazy as **** and...
Mother loving mud mucking truck of a subject.... I love your corruption of discussion but I won't touch this
Much detention of budget....
I'm supposed to plummet corruption
And raise consumption of loving
But something had me..
Crunching my stomach....
**** it... slum love sees me ghetto
And I admit I untouchably love it...
Like sons to a summit
Peaking like ridges of country pines
Extending from mud pits .. in the numbness
Of winter and the crumbs of son to the mother to son in...
A witness of love at the summit...
Till food prices plummet
And the poor is full in the stomach
Something of a drunkness
The world is end of discussion....