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Her body was soft machinery

Each part taking on more than one could fathom

Flesh twisted and pushed and ripped and connected

Never clocking out from a shift


She was filled with colors to the brim, a wide rainbow of infinite finger paint

When she saw your imagination, her body spilled

It sloshed around through her fingertips and belly.

Her eyelids closed
And opened
And she saw you.

Iris and pupils spilling the contents of your thoughts.

It rained down her face and down on the earth below.

And softly, she lay still.
M
Your divine masculine beauty is what caught my eye first. Then, it was your caramel skin. Your cheekbones standing high and proud on your face, like a soldier on a hill. Your nose is an architectural beauty all its own, displaying a life of both wildness and also sensitive contemplation. Your eyes give away your brightness, your cleverness, your sensuality, and your demons. Oh but you lips. Those plush pillows of perfect volume that mesmerize as you talk and render powerless when you kiss. But your smile is like the warm rays of the sun, giving energy and love to those you display it to. Your soul is your most beautiful quality. It shines more brightly than all of your parts together when you are at peace. Your spirit is irresistible and begs for nurturing and connection. All of this I felt and more. You were a fantasy made real. I am grateful to have known you. I am grateful that you let me in for a time. And I am grateful you let me keep our memories pure. A gentleman always knows when to leave, even when his lady wants him to stay. I continue to pray for you everyday.
March 2024
Performing on Kepler social club

Hi everyone this is my song I will be performing today for you


If you want to party if you want to
Join the club
Party all day long and
I wanna knock on your door
Ring on your bell
Tap on your window too
You see Red Cross is coming
And they need a hand
Just knock and ring and tap
Untill you do
Hey the highlanders
It’s the game
Hey the highlanders
Be ****** brave
Hey the highlanders
Kick the opposition out
Welcome to the house of pain
Walking through a land
Where every living thing is beautiful
Why does it have to end
Cosmic concert at Jupiter moon


Hi everyone and welcome to Jupiter moon and my name is bimmy jarnes and today I will sing about your wishes and dreams you have and the first song is amazing grapes hoping I can get a girl with my wild imagination

Amazing grapes
How sweet the juice
How nice to grab all the wine
You see I started off being a
Small little grape white or red
And the fact that the alcohol
Might make you better off dead
It still is a sweet little taste
You see Jesus adds the flavour of grapes
To turn water into wine
And Australians love to talk to each other
Breaking bread and drinking wine
Then you go to wine bar
And you drink the place till it’s dry
I could say that wine makes me feel good
But overall each grape contains the sugar
You need to squeeze if all out
Amazing grapes how sweet the juice
It tastes ever so nice
It once was a grape
Now it is wine
It can also be a juice for communion
And it mates the wafers so nice
Then you win a grand final match
And squirt it over at the mob
Then you say to each other
Mate old mate
This is one hell of a job

Thank you for listening to that song and now my next song is standing on the inside

Standing on the inside looking out
Standing on the inside looking out
Standing on the inside looking out
Of the psych ward trying to get better
I was working at the merry go round
Telling all the children to have a nice day
With a vision of days I was on this place
Doing laps of the HDU like it was a race
I was doing laps of the merry go round
Hoping I can get fit from walk I do
Yeah yeah yeah
Standing on the inside looking out
Standing on the inside looking out
Standing on the inside looking out
Of the psych ward trying to get better
You see I dream about partying in the sky
But I hear my voice saying WHY WHY WHY
I run to the nurses saying the word inmates are trying to ****
They turn their backs saying what a dill
You see if we let you out
You won’t take your meds
And we will get a call from
Your mum and dad
And I drink a beer and say
Standing on the inside looking out
Standing on the inside looking out
Standing on the inside looking out
Of the psych ward trying to get better
Trying trying trying to flaming get better
Don’t go to the psych ward mate

Thank you very much and now this next song is called Sunday morning

Sunday morning
It is time to get up ready for church
Sunday morning
But you had a big night and you are ready to spew
Sunday morning
You celebrated the swans winning the match
Sunday morning
But I was sitting in the bar and you tried to hit me with the glass mate
Sunday morning
You see I told you that the Christians have morals
Sunday morning
Telling you about taking a long time to get a cpap machine to help my sleep apnea
Sunday morning
I feel like making a hangover cure out of raw egg gherkin and peanut butter
Sunday morning
Saying you were just at the club celebrating party night in a nighty and old t shirt
Sunday morning
15 million bottles of scotch to party on Saturday night
Sunday morning
You tell god you didn’t mean to do as you try to confess
I try and party to but the next morning I feel ****

Thank you and now that is it see you guys
C’mon let’s celebrate st patricks. Day
The day we dress in green and drink Guinness
We also do some Irish dancing
Party all day long
C’mon let’s celebrate st patricks day
Where the kids go out and play play play
Put green icing on a doughnut
Dress up as a lepricorn
Looking like a famous Patrick
Like in dublins fair city
Every girl are pretty
I first put my eyes on sweet molly Malone
And the lepricorns are saying
Dress him in stone
Go to your balcony
Grab your garden gnome
And paint it the colour you will want to have
Garden gnomes have beards all dressed in white
Or occasionally with rubber thongs
They can carry a *** of gold
To put under the rainbow
And if you open it the gold will be yours
Sometimes it is hard
To look at a gnome
Because they look like your great great grandfather
He is married to an Irish settler
Who cooks dinner for the humble tribe
One man was singing sea shanty’s to make us happy
And songs that sound like Aussie rules themes
Happy happy happy saint patricks day
Dress in green, pants, shirt, and hat
Look like a lepricorn
On this hap hap happy saint patricks day
Oh yeah the Irish
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