epoch and earth dont love you
Dominate space
At the end of the, argument
Outside the fight
Runt the challenge
Litter the ballads
Confronting the battles
Never landing
Never sanding
Off the grit
Shoulders visit me
One down
And grumpy again
Infinite muse
Turning straight
Becoming hate
Facing suicide
Or nothing comes back
Not allowing a come back
A word and its sworn
To be
The deceit, conceived
I am without
As wist
I became wist

feathered instructions high'd

top pluck, draw and quarter the boughe's

suggestions for kirk hammett

irish glam, huh?

this begin, is dry'd preserve of remember albert king

peter gabriel gavels

down suggestion san fran browns

im bringing taylor momsen around for at a try she could seep

we do a this un and jonny lang gonna shelter me lord without a guitar

jensen, its irish, i peeky at the tablet

wanting my men back
inside of west point
providing irish poetry
the general assembly
of all hands on desk
literate loves
students of a united kingdom
never a british rule again

you just a metalican

grazed in ties of foreigned lies
in a row of tattoos
in a rose plattoon, michael
led us in rounds of a row of tattoos

poverty=equality
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universal ubiquitous income design
that 25-30 pages published on amazon
is a funnel cake of freedom
to the next hand to reach for my frame
love irish
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examine topical brilliance
french disdain
of men who don't inhale once
the plummet the plunge
the depth and of and irish poet
being creoled
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what needn't be hearded
is the lunge, forward, soiled hands
my independance shines
i want a flower


thats iron man

its all you from there, thats the air force

i want my men back

the revelation
in twines
the lobes of
poems, history
she longs her songs
that is polynesian?

and a different book of poems
is opened

yet none are fide et amor

hennifer'd, the collars of familiarity
your fear to find, me unkinded

the pain of light, hissing takes
crossed sides of fate
men haven't gathered much from me

in pale nights armor?

hola

inside grandmas tradjedies the plantations songs are mine already
lonliest days of your life, when they wont step aside

thats one checkmate move on women.

where it takes you? im not a girl

im irish, i live in the after life
not after the fact

i put all of the women in the cia
let them read half off sales
check mate
blinky blinky

im a journalist

your welcome barack

your responsible for war

good luck

those are **** kings, blinky blinky, have a tissue

multiples? never