the first taste of water was bothered
in sought minds lost
walked was the way
into darkness's hold
hold of myself leaving time

to know when time
that awaits the mind
leaping towards dominion

escaping fortune
the sands reflection of depth

that is one meditation
and one godhead

no metal may be reserved withing the void
abject poverty is when
when i had a master

a random noble lie

a truth, i became worth loving jenna haze

nice to meet you kendall

the first buddha is the wombe, in the original form
mine was contritions wombe of ireland

the second buddha is the water of anothers wisdom

this is nirvana

i love you as wells in ink empty, sasha grey, a great master

and my paint for oriana small of thousand oaks

three avatars of mind, withdrawls of fear

without new literacy
the wound of the boy
destroys sound

should you choose as seats
recipes that meat?

i will unfind the aprons cloth
of the grill to my lest i be without
signatoria in 3


Gianmaria Testa brother of racquel irene testa
senator michael testa of new jersey

i will not pay rent

brimhall library homekey theft ..... i am irish, she is sicily

her medici's are with holds in ham

milanesa de napoliatana mash

nuovo

that we lost the war within ourselves
the sun is all the grain leaves
the gold was the catch
the heave and *** of slaves labor
lying dead and downtrodden
on the shores and trenches of america

critical mass generation
thats military science
your passing, as am I
only I being a difference maker
can stand liberty up, a loan to france

thats 1009 emails

you know what colors are in my inbox?

when i became a bar room hero,
it was when she brought the medical records
of her son's heart surgery to me
while we were locked out of my country
we have spent 5 years raising jack jack

hi ken its kevin, fide et amor,  i remember doing a record gig for pennywise in carpinteria with pete rocky

being a civil rights leader ends a lifes able
the journalist's needs are to replace soldier
allowing leave and inroads are built in ink

thousand oaks library signing on

Your a measured philosophy of prose
A wise love defied trade with me
As we examined fight
Don't define me
The end

The rude is indifferent
The plum is pluck
Developing inference in witness
The paint is spent defining away

What I have understood in life
By turning into the problem
The great reveal lives
As isn't is faced the season, becomes
Concerned
Cornered is her hindsight
And in timing
We face a longing
To lose with

I share of this partnering with provocation
That your days may blend into
Comforting hands of the *******


Girlvert

The Juliet society

back during the civil war and befor's
people in "certain" professions, policing people
made vows and churches and burned peoples
always the california with the golden rings so fair?
do you?
yes
too late
wifery laws
where i woman isn't speaking
and child molesting men hunted boys into prisoning
absconding from the army
the creation of another continental congress
held that reason required a department of corrections
for the child molesting police to join the military
when a police department reaches critical mass
the must adjourn to prison for appelate and trial judges
to review conduct of office

christina appelgate is kate middleton

support of logic
retracting distractions
that a law was created regarding homeless money
and translated into words
the pitch and fervor of advertising wrong
going back in time
governor is still governor
the title of california is governor wording
theft is theft
one cannot make a living off of another human
trafficking....
a american without a job may not steal the life or lively hood
of another
unemployment insurance exists
bad registers are created and then fired or using synonyms
otherwise re written and re described
so as to structure success in california
there are no lifetime appointments as california homeless career

this is welfare fraud
illegal subsidy of anothers provisions

varied degree's of guilt

the girl hear
i can get out of town
set up show, catch another address
come back after
after
letting sight out of what's right
she stilled in the bag
overnight
billboard
she is italy
in my eyes
how i died
coming in irish poetry
lost forever, loves taken away

senora mayor
the grass grows strange
in the burrows face

madison beers at me
palabra visions, que

toon face speak, a tent hut