have a ton of pride
snapped cops shot
him heave outta zoom

lean black
take sack
know weight that s his cream

love irish

take kak, weebles dim seem

teaching you to cross
over
on yourself
im not your steps

your life, possessive tents?

as you? what?
wait for more you

the war
your it's forms
and they, pass, alone

you are the french resistance
i am not

hail the cab of illness
as you start argue against the couch

when hasn't the great depression
been home from you
to whom it may concern

great poem

there is no why to send this to

who would read this palms righting of a ketch

when will you follow instruction

the soldier i was built and born to be
held back, finding his marks

thats my heading, not yours, the frame of a singular constitution

a police force is a crime
a policy wills not to read having no hands to write with

the signs of ownerships are evident

kendall, can we go out tonight?

this was written for aoc and barack

watch the ledge

you attempting to be a leader

my irish measures of poetry are a? metre

supposidly suppose of id and leave


lets attempt poignant and leadership with some courage under firethat legal language speaking requires military law complianceinference.......the man upstairs is me nowthat established law is ruinedhenceforth momentum of travelling bodies on earthwill not cease and desiststamping lives outuntil order is given
80 E Hillcrest Dr, Thousand Oaks, CA 91360robyn something of nami institutionalized criminaldoes not own air nor the united states of americashe has a cell phone and obstructs justice across the countrywith a single terrorist act by means of using her cell phone against homeless americansone is not allowed on the building "map"where food stamps are acquired because of her obstructions to justiceas well as the ventura county human services attendants and lutheran social services staffwhich abandoned the frame of the homeless shelter constitution by authorof administration, denise cortes and dashell harris harbor house is the title owner of  the former
blah blah blah, cover up does not exist these are the holders of stolen homekey millions per forms 990 of altered revenue codes along with jackie irwin
justice is blind department is superior in the court of law

conditioning expectation of homeless crimes
sunday's no bus service or funds for transit
los angeles is not this way
must walk to church gutter and be denied entry into frame of church


no probation still this is the policy of budget

alexandria?

barack?

this is literate to you both?

the electronic management system of homeless information?

the viability of death metrics?

check mate

this already went to press

im the journalist

your the choice of illiterate

the exposure to elements and deranged people with advantageous
means to measure us into corners, that is some harsh coping skills
when living out of a body bag

protest what? the sag?  the people in cars?

its whatever comes at you, you deal with and back into the body bag

so today, this morning a guy exposed himself
i immediately reported him
i have no comment for the ill people whom will seek to create more words investigating the sunshine loss of medicine upon me......

this is the non profits admins approach to justification of allowance.....

these are high crimes, defined in war crimes tribunals

then ali calls said we going to war
gotta sign up then its hit
cant process writ
this the mandate
born in a military
my escapes a route
travels in ink, thats the tour
of my confessions
telling y'all came out of texas
now the graves, of providence
don't call me roads, the west points
a profession

this the 451st reason you full of doubts
my procurements, stix like flix
no drums, waters flakes to mis trials
tribunal, no becka, love ya becka r
she rates like loves a sista's jew

im civil affairs, hook aint up
down to the bart
violations, civil rights lines
wecome to brewster poets
no pennie, all loafers
kick it, on my so fought in dials

im reps full of colonia, elbows up

hangle aint lied out loud
ventura avenue gangsters
give me new york

tattle end battle, irish **** rattle
tuck it up im air force in
chin dent checks
refered once prison all meat
holsters end badge
cant catch weeks, all budget penny taped deck tap

staunch, preperation, hissed at dat tia
tio no compensario's
muerta's in the kerchief
that a flip down at the seems
santa clara, my rivers a mount,mount, mouth

suffer, mount mount calle lil calmate


more defiant than a compliant shelf
check bookin
cry lil sister, lost boys, west side night owls

grit like blisters your fame'ing
no *69 its you dew up states crankin hemi's

d.o.c anti up badgers the kleenex

A local record store customer attends the "Manus x Machina: Fashion in an Age of Technology" Met Gala in 2016.

aren't you finished with school?

i could love and spoil the body
but hear, that in this snap, loss of used time, your mind
examined beauty and was stolen

i discuss the slides evil with kendall and find these french crimes


this is to  keep for ones self taylor

im am kinda passed getting touched

kendall, this is the same with taylor

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