a that ireland is b and c that a pair of able body motions in a british measure i half wrote and half stirred leave french mathematicians little bury while infinite eva green is my despondence. for now in t
i own alphanumerically regression and post obsession nascient harmonica quotients. as compost rogrets and defensless scottish peasants plead with warrior grunts, gnarles barkley hits my ears

the singularity is ended with the repeating french allegory.
i loved you too

the singularity is the fire alert

this is caused by an insolvent county budget being admin'd by employees with low i.q's

make owner of wisdom freedoms subordinate life for dying terminal exit strategy, not allowed.

I
wish to
make you proud,
but its never going to
be completed because I'll never-
ill never ever be enough, will I?

I kiss the air between us, a breeze that lingers,
tracing soft patterns on your skin.
A tiny scar catches my eye—
a story I wish I'd been part of,
and suddenly, I want to protect every piece of you.

I study you like poetry written in touch,
my lips trailing every verse.
I am yours, entirely, undeniably—
and, darling, you have exquisite taste.

I used to lie on a bicep
Wrapped in the natural scent of skin

Turns out a pillow isn't that bad
While a blanket is definitely the best comfort ever.