To.  ohhdl@dalailama.com
Hello Young Friend

Perhaps they telephoned your suffering



Peace love wisdom
To all my liberated Irish souls

The middle path does well in Irish ink again

Kendall some rest?

The unopening of the recalcitrance cat eyes
Ecliptic disenchanted nomidic flight

His mediocrity Wisdoms sublime
The foolish write
The wise ego dies
Zen

Ergo, ergot!

An Irish peasant boy escaped prison once, his name was slow and swift

He came out okay, a couple of inks
Yet not an Italian bride was he made

Rose tattoo for him

In his search for Irish souls
Bounded by his honesty
Call me one last eve

In the birch trees Russian mold and
An Irish corner and fair well for you

In a row of tattoos
In a row of tattoos

Evenings under hue

Branded as a save
Laughed at called hate
In a row of tattoos
In a row of tattoos
There's no daylight for you

His families lies I'll save
Evenings under hue

Brand him no more praise
His and high above
In the birch trees gentle suns
A beauty in the East
Sister save a thousand days
His harp I'll play a thousand arts

His families life I'll save
Never a rise nor a ruse
Some kids from giving up
Not this tail it's been enough

In a row of tattoos
In a row of tattoos

In an officer of something compliant
We're Irish journalists

Puddles of Mudd wouldn't sigh
Good mornings Jenna half a smile for the news

No news for a peace time generals retirement in New York means no peace may be spoken on earth

Our allegiance to liberty is as Irish journalists

Diplomacy and resolve

We answer of not your inference of account

Kendall nothing's changed between us, just farthings and coffees with Paris

Hot noodles and jalapeno cheese bagels

Un complex the article
Journal and pen
Sacred bank owner owns plant
Fire harness of death *** magic atom
Exudes no mercy God dollars

Find peaceful diatribe

In your leadership's following,

After and before the destruction extreme ends and ending stories
The catastrophic accomplishment naturalistic nomadic abbreviated ancient obligation obstruction line hasn't folded the dis-invention of the shower ploy?

?
#nytimes #latimes #washingtonpost #cagovernor #aoc #elizabethwarren #mayorofla

When digiorno's in your eyes
And your obese *** can't sit in a trap house creating a dunk home
It's offspring meanders to the next port hole dropping mule news about where to remember sink hole trap # address be 4 bye bye eyes cross mule donating thighs


It's how Kendall gets sum


Open sewer lines are generous spoke and Washington's

That's the Hollywood strip joint

Ask Paris about her he haw he

Bye Taylor I saw the rhinoceri

Thats a brutal

Torn jenna?

Well girl you know I'm no good either cuz I won't sign that contract

I'm on cry little sister from the lost boys

The origin mix can't sit on the ***** mouth

One blood

E Honda mode

Burn the ritual fired in prehistoric ceremony skirt
While 55 renegade children are stuck
In a cellars market
Welfare, it a p funk

Bathtub burners
It an old world outside

Earth mother not nice to escaping legs and arms

1500 lb hustle at a door
Make s paper clip

That a generosity shopper now

Call an Irish slave
Gift the inks poems
And retrieve our lost logs from the seven seas of eternity

As counted upon as peasant
In hostage devotion
Resent our toils in timber
A vow which candor
Finally carries its own cross

That we should be lent in miracle
Yet never cross in brows wording


Hi Hailey

I read here yesterday

City fein is a tormented gurl... beauty lost in her own predicament years ago

Van Morrison's her twines disregard

Now we take crawling in my skins thru the scotch on the rocks tapeworm repair ports of love

The aspirin induced commatic fall out joys need coffee and pizza and all amenities by concierge time

For cross enrollment criteria
Don't forget your key

Economic *** pay?

Big mid terms

When did you accept payment

Begin building inordinate canvas structures

Good bye

A county
A courtyard before a roman knight
Tissnt of Mary's blessing
Nor jostled candles binding fright
Ties of hindered men
Lurching
Retreating
Beneath rotted timbers grain

Twasn't often shared
Connacht, Province of stain

Good Morning boys

Jackie Lomax, he lived and loved me as well

Jenna I leered at Apollo
No forgiveness
I've awakened fine
She's a burden down loves
London tramps in heels
No forgiveness
Hampers of London cradle fine

Nice eh.

Welcome to the hinges zoe
The baby boy is almost 6
Moms confident his hinge is closed for good
6 years and two hands counting since they opened up the door to peek at his heart beating
"Still in the fix"
When a girl watches
And doesn't interrupt the answer
To why she loves a boy from afar

Hindrances cacophony ago

Only four years since the riddle of honey, she told me honey went missing while we were isolated outside during covid

Good morning Jenna
I seen't you

the bambina, she will not speak
finding me in hurts honor as creeks
do i or wont she be the aisles
beside me in the hours
an hour and a prayer
an hour with lords and her saviors
they her sisters and gypsied
loves with ending questions
the bambina, a mystery of irish hands
boy would you just be him, never, again
when she's stuck to my side forever
the love you lost in the frames of her fathers
her sweaters around in the hands of another mans famine again

i aint allowed the soft hand
but you learn from me before a better man

lets give the girls some more italian boys