Did she love already?
The one who chewed Wrigleys the way it was meant to be. 

The American way. Home made agony. Boots of leather. 
They don't taste bad. 
Tonight the chickens broth is thick. 
An egg floats. Rancid or not it will do. 
Dreams of liver and vegetable broth. 


What takes the longest is needing the girl. 
See her shoes to her feet. 
It is a sign of hope. 
An action to lessen her breakings. 
An action to lessen the breakings of the war. 
Please wear those items. 
Where we do we go from here? 
Can you say for sure?
The *** was not pinched?
Is it not your way?
Leave the seasoning in the cupboard tonight baby. 
I want not for a whole lot of nothing to happen in the morning. 

Feel this mole. 
Should it be tested?
Should we invest in hopes the dark spot will be removed?
Or should we invest in machines with their brains tucked neatly away?
Are the visits at the beach something we should forget?
So as not to scorn their little hellish handles?
I do not know the way of our Lord. 
I do not know the reasons for reason. 
We have not moved. 
Where have we moved to?
And why is this language without accents?
Their features so tropical and mountainous but with not a tongue to sway, what is this love?


Very good. 
Your lips taste very good at night. 
But they are filthy now. 
And you are going to pierce them. 
Wet hot saliva but we are not strapped down. 
Olive oil and the extensions thereof. 
Claw at my chest. 
Find that there is literally nothing here. 
I don't think that I've quit working.
There are cases worse than mine. 
The flowers I smell.
Some of them have scents. 
And I do frown still. 
When the men exit without washing their hands. 
And I get it. 
I understand that you're not spoken of in quite some lines. 
There was guilt. 
And forgiveness. 
Yes I can express it. 
When I was three I thought of four or five. 
Significantly better in my stride. 
Yet going stir crazy. 
Now that age is staying my hand I focus on the lines before and how indecently they were spaced. 
I've been trying to be appreciated. 
It is only a chest wound. 
A flesh wound I mean. 


Free returns. The only car keys I've not returned. 
She'll find it though. 
In the span of an hour we will be right as rain. 
Drowning in normalcy. 

Happiness and our talkings on the phone. 

Are you Hess?
Or are you Heathcock?

He smiles as his eyes close and he looks away b

Read his book. 

I do. 

A plate of lentils framed his words. 

As follows:

"Aha. Ha-ha ha ha ha. They are rebels without a cause. I went into his office yesterday. And laughed at how the effort meant nothing. 

The end."

Wicker basket. Demand no more of me. I am but a lowly burlap sack and refuse your requests for fruit. 
Furthermore, I love you. 
I love your ******* in all four seasons. 
The cleavage in Summer, Fall, Winter and Spring. 
Open your ***** to my embrace.
I love you. 

The feeling of you resides. 
You, black and fallen under stones. 
Now the melody darkens. 
Who am I to leave this place? 
A lite strange. A little town. 

For the man holy brooding I do not lack. 

Hello all. 
I am returned in a greater state. A place to relax is my. 
This means nothing. 

Are there lions and sirens or are there bears a color unspeakable with speech impediments?