A clerical errors costs a life a day
Many vacant reservations at motel 6's are your fault

The government cannot turn one penny in profit

Freedom is emancipation as liberated declaration of duty

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Only 1 War exits
On 2 Earths
The one she brings in
And the one I force you to eat in the dream

Loves spoken in irish

A night of awakening that never ends
Repressed memory awakenings in Court shipped castles as slaves

The ship masters attorney awaits his suns from the moonwalker

The ever expanding ether of love is but a beat of one's heart

The research
The design
Then an angstrom I removed your mine

Zen lifts to the snow


An unfinished over the ear design reference

Which Sennheiser do you dream with

Hi Kim k
Kim possibles

New York paint

The boys canvases of sunset

My ice melts in static electric boogeyman songs

Luridly descriptive friends
Words faltered from havens bend
Acrossed mine own dying slumber
Ancient buildings designed
Nefertiti's sands and wonder

Sage surfs

The olive bleached
Candled in doubtful ointments
Unlived yearning at hands
Crisis in voided times
Mutes bound lips opining lids

Painting nagi
Inside empty canvas

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

They was reminiscent of transmission

To de scarlett the hopeful day
All remaining astrological
Assemblies of alter girls
Tend to skip and bounce
Meanwhile
Assuagy pendulums
Of buoyancy marbles


Culpable crusades of cribbage and candles
Parks and bday parades without a magazine cover

Generator of be her guile in a smile
Street fighters blatant
Requests of time
That no look passed you at the hedge

In worries waiting
Empty cans and rags
Plays of graphs in beated beats
Too sleepy and clowned to cry long

A couple of belligerent can goodies
Losers for my winded paints
All poetry Gardner's can't win
But about your baby boys
Why bring em in?

Muralistas remorseful dance

Manic sundaes cyclical demolitions of oyster bones lost in gritty sand blemishes

More avant than a Zoe scripture

Perhaps thoughts are hours

Perhaps I go nowhere to be silent in thoughts

Forces beyond control assist each other to align one thought in sounds familiar

Yet the origin of the star of that show requires redress

In the quality of schools of Thought
Have fun

Would that we read inside of a world
So privacy was best
Gentle benign
Curling beside her cleats
Irish bell
In countries held
Toss of yarn
Fireplace and barn
Having landed with ***
Crusted and trough
Ready the bedside
To carry very little off
Rarely amused by others wise eyes
Only connected inside
Loosened by nearest timber

Having lent ears, catlike
In by choice if sights
Mearing the omens
Fetching as brunnles hawf

Would that our journals were our own
Sands of time would hardly know
As lilting branch
And meadows grazed
Country side to lies
Barely made

Would that our houses held back the rains
Having enough of storms familiar blame
To hardly half the days embrace
Coldly wrapping shoulders grace