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Continental Drift, An Old Song
Unsuppression
Exact wild convoluted digressions
Dispatched rap to re ramp tan
Hide all important novelties
As I confuse the vile
Stagnations the ball sawed dust till
Legends found tall
Ballerina indignant
The definition that wouldn't kiss
She wanted rules in verbs
Out of poison
Longing for idiom
We played out a sunlight
So I could pass on to heaven
What he might
A long a line in times
Well righting zincs
Wipe after wipe
I built a heart she never lept
Four cloves to the heart did grow
And removed her shucks from my lies
Brexit
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Sep 8, 2025
Sep 8, 2025 at 11:32 PM UTC
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Has refused key access to governor newsom
In orders legislated
Denied rights of homekey assignment
And resigned account
The total loss of life is significant
Occupation of excess in Union
Against better
Refuse bettered man
Consort of treason
Record in account held as quieted palms
Sacrifice
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From stipend four tran commissary officers on base to Santa Barbara type setters union
Across the 818 interchange at Glendale Cash Aid LADPSS WE HAVE FRAUD NETS
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Thus speculation is not present
Ending consensus
Quiet on the floor
These are legible speeches
Olivia Wilde and The Oval Account
Sep 7, 2025
Sep 7, 2025 at 12:32 PM UTC
In federal government legislation of Californians for homeless, humans documents may not be extracted into a private bank account nor turned into another structure other than order in law as defined.
Crime definitions dating back to the Louisiana purchase cover all matters pertaining to a lost cent of liberty in time.
Your in the United States of America history book.
White Supremacy hires dunce for klux matters
Have credit Equifax space i.q
Always be hideous mid evil poet
And point
Hi pan prom queen loss wrath days
Dry expanse sorrow
Grieving American hobo slaughtered by narco hags
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Funding loss can't be sourced by telecom surplus engines
Aug 15, 2025
Aug 15, 2025 at 2:19 AM UTC
Facing in
Girl you know it's true
Ew ew ew
I don't need you
Leaving the life of Kleenex
In her old bank account
Cry me a river
When your tucking
The last sheet she claimed
Was her writing
In your own ***
You know how to perform rent
Aug 14, 2025
Aug 14, 2025 at 8:57 PM UTC
After the terms
Condition you to come again?
How I rely on my mystery
Leave the want
I'ma dish
Come on irene
Come out
I'll be your skip
Sail to Sicily ain't going arent
Devastated, I was all the panic
And a kiss
So she felt *****
Girls wanna go meet the porcupine goddess tummy mischief?
It's on my chalkboard
Mexico may have to accept US cartel operations
Politico and sons
That's americant
Get 52'3 centsvoitos
Aug 12, 2025
Aug 12, 2025 at 2:02 AM UTC
Joyner Lucas
I'm going
Tara, kiss me
I'ma suicide risk assessment software
Success story
I'm out of data on a pre paid gift
My ted talk is about living in a database with managers
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Hate crimes against the homeless while extracting homekey fraud alimony alibis
Get a soul asylum without an investigative journalist, not happening
Encryption obstruction monitoring from hardware design engineers
Price fixing a capacitor
Mil spec accuracy?
I'm in ink
Public times article
Vs otherwise poems of my own design trails
Flir wages around 23/hr
I'm carrying a deep building examination of recession
Cmm gets me 6 figures of can't publish
So some other site surveys and I'm up and running somewhere in time physics
Hoover bend lie finish
The truth is you
Ten days apart every year
That's year 2 Chris
That's the general
That's the beret
That's what we die for chris
Aug 10, 2025
Aug 10, 2025 at 2:06 PM UTC
Vero
Pull, leaf in salted dowry
From my ditch I gravely fell
Empty caverns at war with slaves
Injustice knows water
How hath life felt sprigs repenting
Aug 9, 2025
Aug 9, 2025 at 5:01 PM UTC
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Police waking up Americans
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I live in america yet I have no homekey
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The executioners (executive,)bench is yours
Correction of typo
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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
Jun 6, 2025
Jun 6, 2025 at 10:01 AM UTC
#*In sun dappled lawns
Runs a golden rivulet
Copper-pod tree crowns*#
Apr 12, 2021
Apr 12, 2021 at 9:32 AM UTC
On the shore she stands still
looking in the water so clear
Her thoughts have all the time to ****
yet of none she really fears
Everything is in sight from inside out
hard rock, all the moss and the debris
To which her heart gives a shout
for her brain to just feel the breeze
"Oh darling! Catch up with me on this ride
only then we can make it big..!"
Her brain then forgets about the high tides
and off she goes to look for her treasure to dig!!
Sep 1, 2020
Sep 1, 2020 at 10:29 AM UTC
Thunder releases its battle cry
as lightning slashes the dark night sky
rain drenches the sleeping land
awakening a thirsty, needy demand.
This greedy ground
soaks up rain ravenously
...and the clouds continue to release
this downpour that does not cease
amidst the loud violence of the night.
Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 12:03 PM UTC
Imagine if a man could pluck a star out of the night sky
Rolling it up in verdant green sheets of grass and wildflowers
peeled from a nearby hillside,
Topping that with a bow crafted from a sinuous ribbon
of sparkling water
Then toss it your way!
Would you catch it or let it fall?
Would you grab it firmly in both hands and hug it tightly
to your chest?
Oh, see what’s happened! The wrapping has loosened
And radiant slivers of starlight are emerging out
between the sheets of grass!
Go ahead! Unwrap your gift and let it shine for you!
Do you feel the earth respond?
Feel its quivering excitement at the closeness of
the star’s light?
All of nature stands alertly at attention, arms spread wide
Receiving every precious bit of illumination from this
glittering jewel come down from the dazzling expanse
of the glittery night sky.
Never has creation been so privileged, so honored by
a star’s presence!
And you, do you feel it, too?
Feel captured by the moment, engulfed by the vision of
earth, star, and sky
Closing the gap, the distance between themselves
Until you are cloaked in starlight and velvet
Giddy at their oh-so-soft, affectionate touch on your cheek
Warmed by the earth
Tickled by the wildflowers
Awash in their fresh scent
Granted a peacefulness of soul in seeing all of these
creations converging contentedly upon you,
embracing you, accepting you, loving you.
Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 1:40 AM UTC
from a dry split pod,
a lot of winged seeds explode;
a future forest
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 5:25 AM UTC
Rising from the water
like a fragrant cupcake.
Seeds floating in the stream
increasing from the wake.
Blue and purple
blooms onto to the pads.
Roaming and roaming
across ripples in scads.
Growth so pretty
and basin so new.
Lily so delicate
and purely blue.
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 9:57 PM UTC
(2017)
O' marshes!
Swallow up the gale
Which farthest I could hear,
Ne'er I belong such privilege
By myrtle over there.
Recollecting where the pod
To whom I left behind,
The continent,
The humble swamps,
Surpassing us again.
E.
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 5:30 AM UTC
On Tuesday we all wound up at aunt Mary's house for a hearty fill of tea and crumpets and of course our favorite fill her delicious tide pod recipe.
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 12:32 AM UTC
Your body is written in cursive
with those subtle curves.
I said I want to have a peaceful riot
with your body
I just want to **** **** up.
I wanted to take you somewhere
so quiet that all we can hear is our
heavy breaths.
Somewhere we can see every single
******* star
So that they get jealous while looking
down on us
Because they can never have a collision
Just like us.
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 11:07 PM UTC
I'm a admire of art
and
loving you
was my masterpiece.
The brush strokes
I couldn't
understand
painted
a beautiful picture.
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 11:33 PM UTC
In poetry, I open the pod of my heart,
freely,
without fear,
I show who I am.
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 6:10 AM UTC
We know you, and your little dark colors too. A picture book in your purse penned in mustaches on the full faces of your fare. We call you from bed, 8 o' clock in the morning, dog-light you slow wander the Peruvian darkness making jellyfish tentacles with your hands while you feel your way through Salem. We're colder than night and we wake thrice the bits of your day gig. You collapse in a green field of dandelion where thrushes drown you in Brown. We gorge ourselves on mango slivers, pineapple yolks, a half of grapefruit. We know you are close to your end.
On the tops of the cities you call to your lycan friends, the half-sick and muted bray allures them to you, from Bratislava and Mimon, the thoroughfare through the suq. We wait. The foregone untold, the beep beep jug jug swoop sound of the nightingale, in all her dun glory, we wait. Then, as if descending through the moor-lounging silver smoke, the cool stickiness to your fingertips; the fog.
We are there when the blue-less and smoky screen surrounds you, when you shank the auburn Scot hair of the sly fox that stalks, say, a cigarette from your lips. When you take the corners swiftly, gadding the streets. The prize king of vulpicide. You rub its matte fur against your bristly gray beard. And while you lay in your lumps of twelve carat flesh you bleat and you nag. One day you will never come home.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 3:14 PM UTC