My fretting rain now sets the corner of the world into the sun
You little one, a pocketful of number ones to run along
This is the end, my very beautifulest friend
The spirit dancing on the Nile
And will I leave it with the changing of the seasons?

Making friends that go immediately
Suns into a spiralling
Little joys admiring
The geese that fly by, leaving all supply dry
Anonymous see butterflies

Point to several setting moons to enjoy panorama
Just like my treble clef inside
Standing up towards the sky
Need I remind you my problems?
Virgins peel like a cornhusk light
(Cactus-like tendrils, spiky and purple
Yields an invisible fruit inside)
So will I
I am the motion
I can’t see you against the sky

Five AM is when you’ll go
To be caught up in your cries
You will stand by side, your side
I’m over it, I wouldn’t lie

I’m such a weak, tremulous girl
I dive into love way too fast
I get attached to a horrid choice
It should have not been this way
Because of the way social plays

Your sentence stutters, it’s make believe
The transient way that you sang to me
I lost the lover, he’ll never see
The chains that describe what he means to me
Sinking in the sea where the creatures can attach
I want to scream a mountain and override this black

My side is a candle that cannot be renewed
And I called it famous tillandsia
A baby blue
Fainting miracles to blame
Let the stakes all stir the eye
The prophecy is measured towards the sky
The tiny bible is so wild
The music on the floor is what I came for

A fantasy until torments come to life
It’s a funky feeling to hear
A grand illusion
With a pleasure inside you
An absorbent and multiply
A fish that melts the eye
A top hat and a quantum leap, it’s really weird
It’s a kind duration

With the cards played over
Gone tomorrow and seldom seize the day
Prophecies they fail you or
Imitate you
Seven dividends
And a bandit would sell you before anything ever gets in (rumbling pages)
Animosity selling frauds and plaster all is felled in

A void in my pocket with a voice
Amazing how you’ll write all these songs and poems
About your heart being broken again and again
And then turn right back around and break my heart without ******* hesitation.
I’m wearing thin it’s time number five
The love I crave could guide my life
But only some people have the privilege of being wanted

See the wind on the meanest grease all they see
Panorama of gospel preachers and ***
Anaconda will get me here, but that’s what I want
Get the red cross blood drive to fill your cup

Stretching on the line
Cannot find anything kind
Anything you find
Will be so blind

Animosity
Seek me in a dream
Sift through golden pans
Candle land

Shooting corner through
Spitting monsters right through you
With a fire too
New excuse

I cannot remember what I learned from before
Everything is music that sings to my ears
Everything bestows me from this way to the war
I cannot be apology, I have technology

I’ll swing at your funeral, a journey to God
And then I’ll pray a savior to all
A mythical remembrance of thyself
A changing light receiving unto all

Handing over pockets of the muscular type
Settling for a dollar until I survive
Recalling all the messages beside my windows
The sores along the branches that spread from the heart

A swinging vibe, a locking chime
A question mark that shoots from the stars
A robin king who sits undaringly
My gainless thoughts are power to them all

I’m lost everywhere I go
Your tone is what keeps me though
Extend my heart real please though
I keep going back to my last love

October was so crazy
I want to love embracing
Manga love is not reality
When it’s real it has a chance of surviving

Talc is a rock that will crumble so
Quickly, it won’t recognize you
My tummy’s rumbling values
Pointing to something a shadow can’t
Ever cover even down here
It shines to full capacity

Tea set a cup in my mortal hand
Leaves are leaves when you approach them
You crush them and they’re motion
Dirt in the grooves of the pedal push
Joking everyone will be here
A change in the atmosphere

Paint stains outside of my windowsill
I throw paint at passing people
A color for their evil
You have an aura that shines with blue
I’ll give aquamarine statues
Endemic patient matchbooks

Lean all the graves toward floral hair
Dropping gave me such a chuckle

The ink’ed blots and the candle shots are all groaning in the shadow
The pine blue jeans and the massive scenes are croaking like an animal
I can’t find a way to release myself from the cutting of a lamb’s elbow
The bootstraps will come when you cannot find anything else outside, no
I am here today to enjoy my prayer even when you’re living tomorrow
When sister burned me, it didn't hurt me, it cast me to the fire's hope
The chance she's my mother is not so strong, in fact I think she's a running joke

Illuminate the virus in this town
Restore the answer of an umlaut crown
The flag of ‘merica above our heads
Save the environment before it’s dead

Live underneath the surface
Until you can’t read her face
Shoot every candle worthless
Everything’s gone and nervous

The border between the left and right eye
Ballooning everything until it pops away and
The growth of everything beneath the sky
The buds are yearning for a meaning of life to deny

Encounter a willing fox at the sound
And decide if it’s too late
And you think it’s really strange if anything resigns
And a chance you’ll be brand new

Under the pins carnations are *******, throwing the garbage
Masking eulogies with a kite
Thrashing the carnage with a machete, grabbing the youthful
Putting firelight to the sky
Nicaragua counter the prophets
And a phantom see such a muppet
Can you understand where I come from
Where I come from, where I come from?
Selling laughter at the stadium
With a poster for mausoleum
Gotta get down to craze a glue gun
Punking new sons, in the blue sun

Just lie down, put your eyes on the table
Watch the parade from the sun
My new life is an apparition
Nobody can see my tongue
My machines are a gallery
Sometimes they never speak to me
And I can’t remember the screen
Where movies leak
Singing sweet bells to me

Suit of armor in the sky
The redeemed values conjure my eye
It’s a game, to be fair
Rotation to capture despair
A band of sea monkeys can capture my grenade
The funny feeling sits around and waits until it’s dead
I’m growing older, feeling ghostly bugs outside my leg

How time can pass so fast and leave you empty after facts
I’m going back a day ago when I could not relax
I’m solitary now but when there’s more
People, I feel alone

My birthday in a month
It’s great how my life is a joke
All I see are severed roads
How could you be so deeply soap?
You quit trying to manage me and blocking me all out
The truth is that it’s both our faults but you’re the one who broke
It’s just the way I am but you’re the one who hurt me most

I never realized how much I always think of you
Many things around my life were built upon us two
I never meant to look like such a dork
So you stopped all the work

Trampling a couple of golden thrones
Granting a kisser to join our fun constructions
Waiting till the score
Growing older more
Laughing battles until day is done
I wish I had some fun

Losing a couple of games to haunt
You until your mind is slimed by hoping wishes
Like a bubble tail
Gormball in the light
Go to church with the extras of flight
A morning sun beams bright

What disguise?
Is it time to run around or could I just be a frown
No denying
Is contours and smiles
The shells on the avalanche, they’re such a fanciful spot
Should I be the cancerous one who links all insidious lots?
Monday
I’ll die
To die severs all living ends and counting files
And a winter cannot bite or see the light
Into its glowing sight
Oh, who will die

Too summery inside my shy
Two angry little flies
Two gambling anchors that live on and die
Can you recognize the meticulous, the move
Can you go
To the man who lives in the snow
And says who will die

Tomb of council in the march of waits
Castle in the tourist populate
Nothing’s here to mitigate
Told you once
Go unto the night
Then you hide
Granting syllables in the sky
Scrimmaging inside the mark of parts
Thinking as the waiter counts the scars
Stooping down to be aligned
Fighting wars
To be all brand new
Standing there till you cannot choose how to lose

Limerence like a band of thieves
Thorn of whistle cutters like an ambulance
Sing to mark the eye where the ribbon can sigh and cry

As a rich kid sentimental crucify
I go out lurking in the black of night
To see the moon and copy down the phase I lie
And forget it
It’s all lurid sky

My face is blurry till the scope reminds the world
It’s a jungle and you go home to bed
Insane men know, never understand
And achieve light like the bandit who stole
The girl that ran away with someone else

My troops are waiting for the little sight
My skin is right
The air is alive at all tonight
A gorgeous web of hands and arms and better chance
And metaphysics in the land
Now you can grow a little tree
Your emotions are rage
Now you can find the little bee
Quilting up on your face

You go to the house where they swallow you
I’m a tone
You go to the place where they call on you
Play a song

His lips are grating in the pin of wires
He’s quite alright:

My ending is nearest to my plight
(I wanted to know what he was like.)

Now you can find the wonder girl
Go to war
You ought to go to find the fear
Believe it’s fine
And it is fine
It is fine
It’s fine

Grip of emotion in the wade of right
I’m killing fire
I’m going too long for a little while