eyes,
              most transcendent,
when poised in an
aquatic summary,
   with a lost blink
              as too a lost soul,
entrenched in
   the salival womb
of the sea,
     a humming sound
             of a drowning sonar...

and when will they
suddenly recategorise
    mental illness on grounds
of hygiene,
   or rather,
       the ill will tend to the ill,
oh i know of one example,
turns out to be good
ol' sadist under that
employment loophole...
cuts the arm along the veins
rather than across,
real tattoo artist...
  
legal advice?
   we have that here,
albeit from the oddest
version of psychopathy...

  because isn't there
an epidemological concern
to allow this dodo virus
to spread?
       personally the *****'s
good,
   and the sunshine too...

and honest to god,
with or without a #...
kevin ******* spacey was
the bomb in baby driver...
   and i still think
the shower scene in
american beauty
is the perfect downhill
scenario
    to an exhausted
laryx (sounds better without
the N... unlike: lynx -
that spectacular word
when Y is hollowed
out, and doesn't sound
as: why -             i i i i i)

larynx too, though.

self harm teens?
buy a ******* maine ****
and start cuddling
it drunk,
wake up with scratch
and bite tattoos the next
morning...
   ****...
if i was going to
be all adventurous
about it,
    i'd be wrestling
with a rottweiler's
jaw...
    grit, snap and
wallop misunderstanding
talkativeness,
   or some minor
  dolphin (dauphin,
dough -               F         ~ą)
    ambition
       at a government
sum-of-it.
                                   .

(irritable punctuation
mark in poetry,
esp. behind bracket,
like so).

                 - because
it's not a dodo virus?
     have ***** lost
impetus to procreate,
took to the backseat,
   and shadows,
         and from frozen
straight to the frying
pan, eggz...
                      i-goat....
  ***** as ****:
           but:
    becauae the existential
arguments in
the anglophonic world
seem to have
reached critical
    and i'm:
    the not so odd merry
sailor
   giving index and
*******
  to the winds...
    less bothered about
man,
hysterical,
   in his elemental
form of:
    seeking utopia...
bowing before
the four horsemen
of...
      earth...
    water, fire...
                     air;

have to love
the greek plagiarism
of hebrew,
it's all 2 + 2 = 4
downhill
from the urban solo
to the nomadic tent.