Who better to love then the child helping with the baskets in a orchard farm.

Burlesque woman your ballerina trinket twirl like a princess dressed in a ball alone with no hand family familiar pearls sitting most beautiful of crowds if only they could see what was behind them the singer sings the girl loves his songs she wallows, he dies ..beyond & beyond waiting until the day he could finally right me.

Wish upon a Time and change lines like Dna. Math is direct and 7 Dementionally. 5 being life is only Odin's extra Eye,
Perhaps my widespread whisper is wild side , I'm wild when Nye I whimper wise and wisker ***** that sparkle and shine I'm fine with a glass of wine and a time of registration I frame of mind..

Picture this..

I'm running chalked dead and remembered marry Poppins and Elmo contender I'm a art artist woke up for related issues at press..
If not to battle I geuss God's in order with the truth to are reps recycled and eating over again depress lessions of legions I harbor hard at a chest people who die come in and lay down to rest and I'm beat for there religious views and conquests or cruel. If truth is a harmful word of judgment then I know my roots to a stomach,
Vulcanic rock and **** at it's clearest which is a Geodude Brock's burnt under brindges
I'm frindges of fridges weighted I'm collapsed like atlas weighted

And the waiter still smiles and gives me a ticket knowing I can barley afford it taking me down the rabbit whole we all feel for in a inbankment..
United Nations and wallet sycronizations I'm passions of advantages manicans wish they hard savaged
I'm last like the final I'm so merry on the flow I'm married on horses with lunges and barrels I run circles like infants learn walking as a way to cause parell.

Your loud laughs and pouty faces..
Her obnoxious giggle and gradeschool jokes.. her tounge out at the bar.
Your ownage in your brown leather jacket. I'm just a picture where I find happiness.. a Ghost as my karma lays old skeletons upon a new built Laird.

My kids have a great dad. I want him to work with them to show them what I couldn't. And I want them to revive a life I never had.. just pure rich to where if they want goals they can have them nothing to stand in there way. I want that for my exes and friends.. and I wanna be broke again giving it all away. I made it without it and I'll probably still work after im famous cause what else is there to do.

****** , ******, Cupid, Methuselah, Loki/Odin,(birthname), planet


Don't believe me ask them...

Home I send one. He has been aged long enough. Acension I give you. My Methuselah. My lover and boy I carry. For the idols of man I work for in preparing. First a home I paint half as well as Jesus when not effected by my hunger of genius. On to roofs I climb higher. Hoping to side job with a HVAC and builder as I use my money for beats till all of us retire. My home and family I always wanted is finally here. My head so far up my past I smell of it's rear. I'm near. Wake me and take me. I may be able to change your circumstances like reality or dementional compatibility with my strokes of painted brushes in letters that make me Alpha. I'm no gloat or goat humble till backed or poked. I just am me .. feeling as I do. Humanity gave me humility and I have no one to thank but all of you