Prior 2
Beak or the kneck Jake
Downs the liner
G vorce that gremlin
Huck tha pantha
Requit don't you matter
Realism add re
Nows is are you or are you not trial
Ready cased f, b sub contracts
Know forwards all Eddie
Tiled quite like the lost chapel

Bend tha obd1 fund he out of gambles kitchen
Darth made her
Flowers
Saving for the pick
E long gate that tension
And tie em up

Irish
Torn bout my mystery regiment
Liked life path struggles and mystics
When I cuckoo eyes gone
Cuz of you
Come again

Wild hat used
Tha twista ofs blisters pace
Across, my desert
Under no over
All boards
Turn em in

Cradle me a ship
Crest follows the moons
Newpiter clips of smiles
Child of gods hard ending guardians

And the employment we can't afford in California

Police waking up Americans
With criminal intent to commit crimes with the legislature

I live in america yet I have no homekey

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Congrats sir welcome to a clean oval account

The executioners (executive,)bench is yours
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Nothing may disturb the executive in the administration of the peoples civil rights acts

That is the resolute desk

Great debate Barack, statements

Miley you up at it yet
Baby there ain't no shame in playing hearts

There's a place right over the hill where they want a choir
And I wanna try it on
Ain't no hinge oh yeah

Pharrell, where Pharrell at today

Taryn get in there

Fide et amor

Today happy oyster poisining we need end of the world seminar to suplicate
Into the slaves of the 101

Ah your stuck in traffic

I'm illiterate and a Manchurian bot

I'm Megan Henderson please be spayed and neutered
I was with my contract

Angelina jolie is in this morning

How to wear a dress?
I haven’t a table
How to order
I haven’t a couch
The phone is not a word
It is an unsound mind
Lazy and lusting in betrayal
We are not old enough today, conspire
Stilled in fascinations bottle
The babe and the milk
Exhalted high commands postings
Of criminaling justice
Extremist reprimand of impotent spigot
How gone in to the tonguing of spit
Beautiful thorned charity of rogue
Has not the fires breathing of dragon
Renewed your familiarity with the barrels pork?

back in the california worlds of different people
no questions are ready for the debate
infinite journalist objectives still the fix of debate
fact checking and rumination
all depressing and emotional ruin a despairing lust for life type of loser
could want
endless hours of caffeine religion and madness
hard earned madness dealing with perception
too much options in the hidden dictionary lands of opinion pieces
and the like, go for broke and attempt living on a share of a dollar and a
quarter in a lifetime
marching within a soul-less abbreviation of the subway ride to dinner,
missing every chance to date the thing thats trendy. thats the malicious
code of love i live with
#careermoves

Im at nap time Kendall
I'm spoiled

Books of One- Before Commodity and Slavery
Tell me is eyes a me
Selling you the four fits of three
Temples at your heels
Temples on top a wheels
Tell me is eyes a me
Yes wont talk betta make a howlin
No always say make shades a day
Tell me into a corner
Bail me out a love please, joyful
Make me a at can say
Loo
Yes wont talk betta make a howlin
No always say make shades
Me im in house
‘in nothing gonna pluck my greys
Tell me is eyes a me
Selling you the four fits of three
Temples at your heels
Temples on top a wheels
Tell me is eyes a me
Tel me into a corner
Bail me out a love please, joyful


How we get to a song,
Today the same way
Into town

To Emily Armstrong
Sincerest ink
Fide et amor
Kevin


I lend to you
Rupi kaurs quill
Often mine


They called it the pit bosses wife
The worst luck that ever came in a round
When the ball jumps the hunt you know it’
s never time
Gotta whole house riding on a double jack sleeve
First button out of the house
No needle till ya hit the tracks
They won’t call in real life
It’s all a game a chance with these goons
So what’s the break, in life

The every girl
She the giant socks
In the wind
Scarfing hats
And barely a twig
Of fading leaves
Aboard a sound
Greed’
s bitter smiles
Houndings outside
Silent lobes

She leaves the bearded barley
And that's me

Welcome home Elizabeth
U2 ladies and gents

Morning Taryn

Share a square?

My recital is silent night improv jazz tap

You going up for downtown today?

Our new divide?

Love irish

Watch the ghosts steps disappear for me

not wild quant britain
nor english, middle irish familiarity
and against neither of holding long
1 scotch 2 poors of bourbon and no ice

thats a livid louda in 3

tap.....?

oasis champagne supernova that whouldn't hi, hide
small word nice clean new wave orchestra's

aubreyz a surfer girl painter song

wild house is koko's essay
about us
we in trouble for it
it had to get to koko's hand's
now the town ain't half a hall
the kentucky lost to koko
the new york is koko and mr b.b's flat now

now eric, i'd a teld ya about layla's "friend"
and sheets fly while looms and max tap
still better a butler than a van
roll one down

fish turn and clap all wild songs,.....taryn gone,  repeat...
she leeds a lonely wife
hide the hymnal hear?

my girl's soul
sings in me
if he can make it to 5
i can get to 10 in chains
lord,

and i send, gold
books of lies
that the worth of tonight

the worthless ways of last time
can go to hell, for making me 5
and now i go back to silent

chasing angxine
deaf skins, grasping withered tiles
unfind my lips
prohibition

transmorgaphied freaks screened
undowning the cloths
traipsings of fine
lest godly maketh reworking signs


these are lives of homeless people left out in the purge during realignment with the first wave of prisoners to be mathematically irrelevent because bondslaving the prison is treasury notes
census level capitalism and legislators delight

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