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All­ these threes making me queasy
March third nineteen ninety three
the day I came to be
and what did I see?
A flood from Mississippi
oh yeah and I'm a Pisces
oh but my name is Merril B
and the meaning of Merril is shining sea
and the spelling of Merril is three plus three
and I have three sisters
of Hailey
of Kayla
of Ashleigh
where ought they be?
One is pregnant with her first baby
Another dropped out she's on a spree
Youngest is brightest and smart is she
but what about me?
writing some **** about the number three

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From,­

Onward racing spying and yielding those hiding
further out renting some yellow tent hardly
fire obstructs really soon you thought hard
failing oil rig staining the yard
Then he fought on
raging
spitting
yelling
teething
hanging

For seethe

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Greetings gravel path
I'm hearing your clamors and murmurs
How is your erosion on this side of town?
Thank you for letting me help break you down

In a run-down business crevice way
Fallin' crumbled brick crumbs and scattered fate
I state, that I'm an iris spying crawlers
whom inspire to be ballers
I'm a staler, indecisively inviting
you can read me as the rarest
innocent as a terrorist
Compare it, find me waning in the red room
and waxing like a night moon
I hate the ones who spare me
and **** the ones who dare me
See it as you wish,
I won't pray and I can't stay
and if you've found me at the platform
take shelter, here comes the storm

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It is a deep sense I feel on the constant
Like breath that anew on foreign continents
Also a crave that I've known for some time
never to lie towards self but lately, rather, subside
The sketch of the shanty is brewing about
Things I thrive most, will fall among fall
It is night and more which thrive this existence,
pestilence, precision, and distance
Noted those traits I felt most accomplished
Never lose self notice, grow like a lotus,
boil in foil, and grind gears of purpose

Awoke clung
to an anthill spying
the female queen
lie in her den
awaiting all the anthill men

Guarded none other than fetcher of bone

Defacement and then
removal of insides-blatent

Cometh you will stand ground of his thrill
May ye join fleshly hobby and thus-
make small talk

Granted
-sensations unheard of will consume
whilst pale palms grip prudent warm death

The common road, a gateway
yet, that ****, pleasant leeway
no kind of our kind deboned and taken
summon the already passed
much helpless animal unshaken

Like my mind
its just the timing
of things new

Ways away
with head filled by matter
a day in a life
to know
to capture

Hard dark place
reside to self
fill all sounds
mesh one thought

A town with different sets
long to feel you're far
this is real
mean for thrill

Wanted eyes sleep with people
to need
to feel
his tongue tastes like home

Bovid's cloven hooves press Earth
near end for Chordata
alas, mysterious Nubian's form line
thousands Ibexes' from the welkin world

Chordata, come, kneel before me
I, Markhor, praise you
I am you, in elder form
A goat with gallons of rock yet seen

Chordata found land for share
no Bovid, no beast of malice
Nubians' return to valley of Giza
Markhor now alive past desolate Hungza

Trail leads Chordata to Oreamnos
how trespass did not flow
I call Gaur, A Bovid of evil
to the caves until arrival of mammal beast

Markhor gallops the Hungza-Nagar no more
pierced by new-age man spear
his tales lie within naive antlers
Chordata, you must gallop past the Hungza

Chordata's horns flourished for them
trekking in dirt with bah
searching hills of solid Earth
mammals' head toward A welkin world

eerie nics in wood
floor beneath vein enriched feet
release seeping creature feeding
before-
the burrow into stain
and
creaks
and
leaks
|
reign!

Graze me with your Latin tongue

=O=O=O=O=sharpen it unto Sumerian footstone=O=O=O=O=

lap up the fallen words of you who wrote false scripts

consume,

dictate,

pray/to/the/atmosphere

~drown in thy evermost fear~

I saw all of their pretty faces in a book

One big one

The books that collect dust, reading “clean me” on it’s cover

All the faces in line

Combined and waiting to be exposed

But no one wants to open tomes dust smothered

And for centuries…closed

The codex found it’s way on a trail

To a whole new world

Filled with pixels and combinations defined

But they all died waiting in line

adieu, egress, hegira
by gone; a strong term
I am a long winters' dormant worm
|
I pry the tip of the Earth with a blind eye
As I flex to the gap reaching something warm
something elated
|
Cold grit lines my skin like the prior-bathe of a traveling bird
The bellows cast at me adoringly, gust's that sting lightly
Frail but assured as I graze the tepid ray
|
dernier cri, objet d'art, vicissitude
up's and down's are now adue
I spring of change and what is new

1-english

I gargled solids much like boulders of the throat.
Upon a dreadful goat,
the lamb was slain in name of said reign.
To diminish the waters
drenching fields of green and brown,
rugged earth, and jagged cliff.
Up nor down no liquids found.
I am placed to flummox the hard matter
of dirt and swallow whilst hurt.

2-norwegian

Jeg gurglet tørrstoff mye som blokker i halsen.
Etter en forferdeliggeit,
ble sauene drept i navn sa regjeringstid.
For å minske vannetgjennomvåt felt av grønne og brune,
robuste jorden, og rufsete stup.
Opp eller ned væske ikke funnet.
Jeg er plassert for å flummox denharde spørsmål
om skitt og svelge mens vondt.

Obscure is an understatement on how my nonsensical(s) joined squadron

I’ve taken nightly dips into an odious filled pool

Breaking the bonds and ties that outline the ripples waning opprobrious schemes

These livid moments of trauma events clash into the shallow reef

Orthodoxes lost abroad the endless natatorium  

The chlorine punctures green hints that double in risk

Maligning my skin of stained memoir, tisk tisk

Farouche people cast lethal ephemeralities, they are skittish howitzers' foreseeing
Tamper and muck around with us
Proceed please, gain potency
Address prowess, then once you've coward in a corner, strain to flee


Michka was languid sáwol (OE)
The bullied ******* not teeming by any means
Always a vexed mind, full of pillage grim
Every day the same prediction
Once the bruises turned healing yellow, they'd regain their blue gray
He walked the plank and served the steak
He dilapidated himself in vile rain
Gained no aplomb confidence
Only verbal abuse that strayed persistent
Only mental and physical wounds surfaced


Strolling down the broken sidewalk of crumbled concrete
A noticement of condemned buildings
6235 Mirnerva LN
Visions he had entering, visions he had slaying
Of the civil and socialble
Torture to the dependable
He walked inside to leaks and floor holes
Ancient 1920 furniture and stoves
More than one stove that could hold coal
To burn  bodies of evidence made him feel like gold
He had a place of his own
He mirrored himself as a transfixing carver
Despersing of the bully fools
No more drubbing routs' after school

My locum outer self is identified as a conferer,
A deep **** stirrer; I frod miserably when trouble occurs
Out in the open I am hidden from sight of Earthly cures
Sparsely telluric on my own
Adroitly celestial in my dome
Scape goat from head to toe;
I'd drown in and out too many populating
Coruscating as you'd spy
Balky the opposite: Illuminating inside
My barbaric inner self un identified as unseen;
Real keen are my advances
I'm a tone deft prancing like I can carry tune
An elitist with the perfect groove
That's what you;d say if given impression hand first
Of course, I'd finish the enitire plate without the quench for thirst
And I'm hard to capture by pithy eyes too
And I'm hard to real inside outside
And neither never am I ever; on cue

Cater my corpse to *******

Another mankind of genocide

Corruption of thankfuls and to be obliged

Apicius crams of epicurism gluttonous breeds

Cleansing of froth and flavors to feed

Craves before requisite;

This is land of Tsalagi

Not the white man with his solar plexus full

Morpheme that has decreased and now; rural

Time line smothered with gluttony

25th; ode to sin's now and  back then; savory.

Lamentation; infelicity through neurotransmitters
Passing fleetly; swift but disturbed
Grids of brainwaves for the degraded
Overhead LED view is negroided

Chapter 1 Migraines;

A klaxon that grains into migraine
From there on out, strolling convulsion lane
Deriving from deception; antibodies start to lead loosely
Throe after throe I choose not to fuss
Laceration in hemikrania is conversing with the rest of my body,
Frequent as days turn nightly
I host the severe megrimly

Chapter 2 Vomiting;

A horendous bile builds up in my throat
Moaning like a ghoul; I banish the gloats
Disgorging from nothing, Heaving and heaving the dry
Although I force myself not, all the nosh turns into emit rye
Vital fluid very crimson soon came
From the cranium, I dislose, head pain
Frequent as the waves harsh blows
I host a ***** hose

Chapter 3 Tumor;

A neoplasm underneath I've found out
Unvisible but there; my flesh will start swelling undoubt
Below I feel like a mutant
All putant and disformed
Like globular liquids dripping from sewage waste
As long as I can still haste
Crescendo and surge won't ado
Frequent as traffic builds a rush hour
I host a cyst that is sour

Chapter 4 Deaf;

An absense of all frequencies
I daze everso daily;
Feeling like an earless statue; sound unaccompanied
Missing the wind's howls that ululate,
Clamors and bellows that spoliate
I can't sight the same verbiage
Without sonancy to inflicit, I see one big mirage
Frequent as birth enfolds
I host a soundless toll

Chapter 5 Brain Cancer;

A malignant fate told today
Disease spreading like a machine,
Programmed to enquire all it knows
A gruesome and hateful dose;
Withering casually away
Grown apart of, I'm the prey
As we hunt the beasts'
An invisible naked eye is poaching
Frequent as a house infested
I host a cancerous clothing

Chapter 6 Death;

A termination soon to unfold
I am as finished and ruined as story told
Biological function ending
Senescence through spending
User maat I haven't seen all wanted
Alas I am greatful for what has been daunted
Frequent as a death anew
I host a dissolution

*My evolution; through.

Arcadia, or what is now spliced of aeons' great

Gates of gold that rust in hate

Islands on grim sulfur lakes;

I have no demeanors that wait

They've left and gone away

To the rise of demise and acid rain

Where epidermis boils

Quintessence abolished and spoiled;

Grand scent of desiccant

Miff's so indelicate

Caveats and feats of nothing; No rise

My apotheosis' hellish paradise

Odium above all odiums, I have militancy of you now
For I own isochronism; A vigor grim dispute; not now
Your slaying too vile
Uncouth by demands
Which was the admonition I had previously
Whod've known I'd command
Garble after garble, I'm Dexterrized where I stand
Dun and gnaw your way out, go on
The un-zoetic soon will spawn
Out with gyp of hints that dwindle
Furbishing these tinges; out the window of innuendos

To rivit and gaze abrrantly
Your visually sick behind retina
Processing on whimsical stammor
Docket’s of false telltale pouring from hundreds of mouths
All while one gamming sheray from your eyes says enough
Those worn graying-blued bags underneath;
They show a hard working bluff
Devised; let’s embellish our stares of evil on outward crowds
Let us pick out other bagged eye crevices, and not moving blabbers’
Nothing but the time they’ve gave; those wise ******* dabblers’
We glance the demon out for thrill
We are the visually ill.

Divest me in lowest twang possible
You're a virus ov benevolence
Clod dockets and nightly shrivels
You're Ideology's ravaged havoc

All slates ov mind embellish at one time
Scandalmonger, a repetitive meddler
I am, you are, a beast like endeavor
Two noddy's going rabid
To divulge and disclose; we're savaged
Trek of dearth and surly in combined minds
Withered, wizened, burnished, refined.

Lavished; I endow many creatures

Trenchant and keen they denude as weepers

As we are harsh while we wangle

Deviser’s enriched are all riotous tamers

Crowns en-dowering among the fittest

Bounteous of all wades in telluric mist

Unscathed by deft spry

Admitting your mordant’s are never lies

Vicinit vicinit the gamut go round
Progenies excogitate faster
Ode to no eminent thing
We all morph into matter.

The atramentous inky and blackest dense;
sprints and weaves in and out.
Tenuring twains over head, under toe;
Absconding ways in which we've never known
A paramounted heretic defeat.
Darkness that foliole footprints sooted deep;
Seeping stenches of fowl un-scented reminiscent in attire of the welkin;
Vastly sly making a skullduggery indent.
CR2X let us pseudonym by hex.

"No nomen no nomen for I matter dark"
"Matronymic nix hold's my fine lark"
"Nongermane logics are behind you and left"
"I am not your scientific pet"
Not a test, nix preliminaries"
Matter of all is of all existing quarries"

Spoken gallant and wise
Need not ever a compromise
"Matter dark matter dark it is you we embark!"

The world holds it’s terrible coves.
I am set obliged around them.
Surmising the wrong I propose.
Entity’s so immoral, clout’s.
Scrupulous self closed.
Weakened and stricken keen doubts.
Bedevil prodding youth-less one.
Profusion glut under autumn’s frore sun.

The retrospect of material
I value those works on machines
Mainly in co ordinance of our commons
When you hadn't recoiled towards summons
Contrary compassed promotions.

Palpating the inadaquet; a revert
Chances to brandish
Never did you, cultivating no savvy aerials
Inspiring me not with world's flow
A place I wanted to spand;
Inside still do.

On pulverant turfs did we become jovial
Only until now has zest fulfilled
so I thought.

Stupor on you revulsion, and to attorny
hearsay rumors, spur verses words
Your flight remains hurt

The retrospect of days
Spays that gained ways waned
Which I could not jurisdict
Tactful our souls
Both cordial; satted in rage
Images of ****** past age

Halyconing things to say
But still I shake when I view you
Alone behind machines
A ****** head; drenching steam
To far former and prior; like dream

Echo's of Yul; 7,000 trenches and more
Have your winded bounds broken
Demolish in all, foil through wind
Echo's of Yul barely spoken

When struck from sky; great atmosphere gates
Product elements; no more bounds
Perish your heights from foot to wing,
And capture deserved golden crowns

While mirrors reflect grounds of soil
Soaring you will above all,
Breaking seized rules; Newton is fooled
"Echos of Yul"! he will squall

Advocate of the nonexistant
You are all bends encircling
Circuts of truth verses lies is removed
When diagram of entrails is eviscerated


Attestation that hinders, lingers beyond
Concealing, subsisting, not we
Nothings are baseless, breathing is useless
Repudiate this knowing at once


Doctrines and concepts have derrived
Theories are growing while eras moved on
Delusions set in when axiom gone
Delusions are not when one dies


Attestation that hinders, lingers afar
Concealing, subsisting, not I
Everything's baseless, breathing is useless
Repudiate this knowing at once


Prostulate the higher is there
We all crave desolate space
Subside from afar a seperate reaps
Subside from afar there is none

Quatron of prediction; it is not what's believed by me
I've partook more bitter ever since
Ever since the phonies kept babbling of morals
Ever since the phonies kept babbling


To each their own to each
Teaching what does not revolve
Itching at me because you are not real
I hope that someday you will see what is not
I hope that someday you can't see


Toiling brims of sin or not; I smite upon flakes alas
Alas my cynical undertone revealed each day after night and again
No remmorse do I own, grave away from epoch
I skirm when you speak of such feats


To each their own to each
Teaching what does not induce
Scratching at me because you are not real
I hope that someday you will see what is not
I hope that someday you can't see


Imaum of hate is true of my fate
How can you grasp what you are?
Where are you? Who are you? Do you exists?
We are inkligs of nothing, no doubt.

Imperium stochastic place,
Much relevant ruins of here
Telpher away! provoke not thee
Gravel your verminous fears
For what not pleasant implicates,
Doubles; then impales when not seen
Bombards a sternum; which there lie *****,
Telpher away with steed!

Within white stagnant walls kinship reeps phyletics
Lavished in immoral conducts; distributing demon fits.
I envisioned hell before me when sick pricked.
My shrills were short lived; as my ambuscade died down.
Escapading not, I did muster inducement.
Decoy to fail, could I never entice this asylum town.  
Decifer the mutters I did; creating chaos while dim.
Told in realm; increased heartrate overwhelms;



"You're a sick little ***** with the dunce smoothered cap oversized."
"Have you ov procelitized, I would be seven lighted voices and notith six dark cackles"
"I spit on you in shackles, spy the roaches and the grime"
"Crawl for Roman Nero, he wanes"
"Guttering your vessels into wine, you are now his drooping mane"  



I saw the heads of six, as roaches looked upon me taking turns to spit.
My time here arose as a feeding black hole.
I crawled for Nero and six more; I stuttered trying treason.
Here I lie pathetic; with rays of decoy,
Dreaming the nightmare most feared; most do not believe in.
Hallucinating alone within the stale walls; I felt prone to end all.


Once gathered what had struck; I knew perspectives aren't always as they seem.
Merely and only; one severe demented dream.
Shall I not turn the tables on authority once more.
To ambuscade the power; leaves needle incisions sore
Not only pain by fluid; both realities changed illucid.
I did what I must've to be discharged;
I did what I must've in best regards.