dunedin. friday, three, afternoon.
set from home under a blue sky
with full& prepared pack,
a somewhat empty stomach,
and a necessity to get away from the city.
hiking boots tread asphalt down to the depot,
where, in thirty-seven minutes punctuated
by plastic seats grafted to a wall
and a mildly disjunct group of small or
big-time travellers, the naked bus
pulled in, a hematite centipede
crawling into the lot. it was a bus,
no complaints. all others' bags
stowed, twenty seven bucks outta pocket
and swung into the front-right-window seat,
bid a farewell to the beat-down
pub across the road and onto the one-way
merging into a highway and outta
town the dark bug skittered, on
schedule or something resembling it.
behind the driver, the sun came through
around the beam in the window. warm patterns
laid on skin, the countryside's broad expanse:

cylindrical bales of hay scattered about
paddocks, dark late-autumn florets of flax
on roadsides, plumes of white smoke from
bonfires in townships as small as a thumbnail,
hedgelines of eucalyptus, pine; russet streaks
through bark of single gum trees stood
off-centre in fields. sticky-wooded hillsides
punctured by fire breaks roll almost forever
and back. the rushing sound of passing cars
through the 3/4-golden ratio of the driver's
ajar window; twenty-first century mansions
verging on out-of-place. saplings emerging,
bracketed, through verdant grass patches.
museum abbatoirs. toitoi like hen's plumage
lining drainage ditches. another Elizabeth st-
(how many could be counted out by now?) tidy
front yards and milton liquorland through this
small town. an everpresent tilting sun. fields
of flowered nettle. s-bends through pancake layers
of hills. a delapidated gravel quarry at stony
creek. deer farms, sheep farms, bovine farms, alpaca
farms (favourite); another bonfire seen down a
long gulley; a power substation, all organized
tangles. a two-four 300m before the bridge into

balclutha. 4.40pm.
across the road into the i-site
two friendly ladies circle locations
to make (got a car) or try to make (on foot),
offering a ride in half an hour,
leave it to chance.
across another road, drifter's emporium
(that's the name, no joke) got a knife
to open up cans- bought no cans, brought
no cans, still nice to have one anyway.
down the road, 200ml from unichem, waste
no time, turn ninety degrees, cross a
railway, then outta town in a sec. first
photo: half highway, half clutha river. fine
shot. sit down, watch the water couple mins,
head down the road. red-black ferns radiate
under willows down the riverbank. metal
bumper-bars keep legs on, the road rolls
gentle turns, diverges from the river. stick
to the former, faster that way. no intentions
of hitching. just wanna walk. and walk. and
walk. guy yells out a car window. envy,
likely. who cares. apple tree hangs over
a dry ditch. pick a small one, gone in
a minute. probably ain't sprayed. been
eating ice-cream dinners more often'n
not the last coupla weeks- isn't much
the stomach won't or can't handle anymore,
anyway.

odours of decay from the freezing works.
seagulls sound out nearby.
typical.

down the road, the reek of death fades
out. back to grass. sit in some of the
tall stuff, under a spindly tree. put down
some ink, a handful of asst. nuts. 'bout
thirteen fingers of daylight left. no idea
if the coast is further than that. little
care. down the road the land flattens out,
decent sign. the junction was a fair bit
past reckoned, though. flipped a chunk
of bark (too lazy to get a coin out) to
figure whether the coast was worth it. bark
said no, went out anyway. gotta see the sea,
keeps you sane. past a lush native
acre or two- some lucky ******'s front lawn-
changed mentality, slung out a thumb (first
time). beginner's luck, kid straight outta
seventh form pulls over in a mustard-yellow
*******' kinda beach-van. was headin' out
to the coast, funnily enough. had been up
in raglan (surf central, nz), back down with
the 'rents now, though. out kaka point, only
one of his age, he reckoned, no schoolhouse
there, just olds. was going to surf academy,
pretty apt. little envious.

the plains spread out and out, ocean just
rose up out of a field. there's nothing
more perfect. gentle waves stroke the sands,
houses stare intently out at the mingling of
blues. one cloud hovers so far away it doesn't
even exist. down the other end of kaka point,
back on solid ground, walking into a gorge, laments
about not choosing the coastal route. but owaka
is the new destination, bout 11ks, give or take
(5ks later, sign says another 15.. some give). nothing
coulda beat that sight anyway, stepping outta
a van onto that pristine beach.

entry: gorge route to owaka. seven.
late light painted the tops of hills absolute
gold. thought maybe this way ain't so bad. beside a
converging valley, phone got enough reception
for dad to get through. said in balclutha coulda
got a room with a colleague. too far out now. lost
him in the middle of a sentence about camera film.
surprised to have even got that far. road wound
troughlike through the bottom of the gorge, became
parallel to a cute little stream. climbed down chickenwire
holding the road in place, ****** in it (had to).
clambered back up, continued walking as the occasional
campervan rolled on by. took a photo of the sun perched
on a hilltop, sent it to mel. dunno why. anxieties
over the perfect sunrise picture came frequently,
a goal become turmoil. the gorge flattened out,
and soon in countryside my fears allayed. round
a corner in picturesque nowhere, found my shot.
sat in long grass. stole it. sighed. ate a handful
of nuts. moved on. {about eight}

dark consumed the surrounding gentle-rolling hills,
nowhere near owaka, which was probably the tiny bundle
of lights nestling a little below the foot of a
mountain in the distance (not too far off, in
reality). near the turnoff to surat bay (was heading
there, plans change) a ute honks. taken as friendly.
a right turn instead of a left, farmsteads lit
up in fireplace tones, the sound cows make at
dusk. it got colder. would one jersey be sufficient?
hoepfully. stars began pinpricking the royal blues of the
night sky in its opening hues. eight-fourty-ish slugged
back about 3/4 of the syrup, along with half of a box
of fruit medley (so **** delicious), in light of dull
calf aches becoming increasingly apparent. needed
to walk a helluva lot more. ain't one for lettin'
nothing get in the way of that. lights in the distance
became the entry sign for a camp-site. no interest,
head on. past another farmhouse, stars came out in
packs. three cows upon a slight hilltop. next junction
pulled left a good eighty degrees and was on the
straight to owaka. less than two minutes later,
a dog-ute pulled to a halt and offers up a ride down
most of the stretch. didn't say no.

still stable, as two pig-hunters tell
of their drive back from picking up a couple
pig-dogs somewhere north. they were heading
out bush to shoot, thought they'd seen
another guy they'd picked up a couple weeks
ago, who'd taken 'em out somewhere they
couldn't remember. paranoia grips, but
the lads are fairly innocuous. they say it's
dangerous out here, gotta be ballsy walking
middle of the night, no gun, no dog,
all by yourself. wasn't worried, got nothing
to lose anyway (still, this sets helluva
mood). by a turnoff a k outta owaka, dropped
off. said probably all that'll be open there
is a pub, if that. bid luck and set their way.
above, the whole sky is covered with shining
glitter. down a dip and turn, **** in the
middle of the road. an ominous sign indicating
the outskirts of

owaka. approximately 9.40pm

my head loosens as i approach. the lights
form across a small valley i can't verify
exists or not between dog barks i mistake
for the yells of drunkards and lights
pirouetting from cars behind me. i slow
down i don't want to do this.

owaka is terrifying. plastic.

the street corners thud like cardboard. i
walk past a garden of teapots, a computer
screen inside the house glares through the
window pane bending breathing outward. there
is nobody here, still there is a feeling
like there's people everywhere, flocking
in shadows. a silhouette moving in a
distant cafe doorway. the sound of teeth,
of darkness fallen. thick russian tones
sound from a shelf of a motel. eyes
everywhere, mostly mine. i stop only round
a bend and down near a police station, yet
feeling no more safe, sitting in a gutter to
send mel my plans, to tell myself my plans.
i want to be nowhere again. i am soon nowhere.

out of breath, out the other end of owaka,
the sick streetlights fade into comforting
dark nestled between bunches of indistinct
treelines. the feeling of safety lasts but
twenty minutes, where another dip in the
road leads through a patch of bush, in which
gunshots ring periodically and laughter and
barking rings through. breaking down, it takes
five minutes to resolve and keep going. ain't
got nothing to lose, anyway. boots squeak like
diseased hinges all down the road. hadn't
noticed beforehand, the only thing noticed
now. an impending doom hangs thick like fog,
the thought of being strung up like an
underweight hog. walking faster and
not much quieter, the other side of the
bush couldn't have come sooner. the fear
lasts until the gunshots are distant nothing.
still alive, still out of breath, still
fairly ****** up, there's no comfort like the
sound of nothing but the occasional insect's
chirp. vestiges of still water came around
a corner and just kept coming as the golden
moon sung serenity all over. finally, a peace
came to rest over the landscape. sitting by
the road with a clear view of the moon's light
sheathed in the waters, the stars above wreath
a cirrus eye to watch over the marshland
plants leading into the placid waters of

catlins lake, west. ten fifty-one.
crossing a one-way bridge over a river winding
its way into the lake, another turning point
decision arose: continue down the highway
along the river, or head straight out and
toward the coast again. having resolved to
make it to a waterfall by dawn, and the latter
offering a possibility of this, the decision
made itself. turning back around the other side
of the lake, the road wound a couple times
up a gentle ***** out and up from the valley
at the tail of the lake, and into a slightly
more elevated valley. the country roads ran
easily and smooth, paved roughly but solid.
not a car came by for kilometers at a time.
lay on the road past a turnoff for quarter
of an hour letting serenity wash over, the
hills miniscule in comparison to home, the
sky motionless, massive thin halo about the
moon. walking on, night-birds called from
time to time (no moreporks, though. not until
dawn), figuring out how to whistle them back.
a turnoff to purakaunui bay strongly
considered and ultimately ignored; retrospectively
a great call, considering the size of the detour.
hedgerows of macrocarpa, limbs clearly cut
haphazard where once they'd hung over the
road. occasional 4wd passing, always a 4wd,
be it flash new or trusty old. you'd need
one out here. have no fun, otherwise.
monolithic pine-ish hedge bushes, squatting
giants. once, a glimmering in the sky, a
plane from queenstown (assumedly) almost
way too far to make out. the colossus of
the one human-shaped shadow cast down
from the moon to my boots. how small
a thing in this place. swamped out by
the beauty of this neverending valley.
breathless.

the road turned, not quite a hairpin,
but not entirely bluntly, a welcome
break from the straight or gentle
sway, and five minutes turned to dirt.
had to lay down again- legs screaming
by this point for rest. still, they
had nothing against pressing on. dad
taught me to just keep going. that's
the thing about walking. stop for a
little bit and you're good to go
again. pushing for the fall was probably
overkill, but no worry now. dirt road
felt so right after a good 20+ks of
asphalt, only infrequently punctuated
by roadside moss or thin grass. it
was as if beginning again (well,
kinda, if only with as much energy).
having downed only a litre of water
(leaving only half a litre more), a
litre of fruit juice and about 100
grams of assorted nuts since more
than twelve hours ago by this point,
it should have been a shock to
still be going by this point. don't
really need that much anyway, though.
gone on less for longer. hydration,
anyway, was the least of all worries,
the air being thick with water, ground
fog having been laid down hours ago.

up the dirt track, more cows. they make strange
sounds at night. didn't know anything yet,
though. that's still to come. a ute swang past
going the other way, indiscriminate hollers
from the passenger-side window. waved back
cheerily. so far from anything to be anything
but upbeat now. not even the heavy shroud of
tiredness could touch that, yet. the track wound
on forever. was stopping every half-kilometer
to stand and stretch, warding off the oncoming
aches. the onset was unwieldy, though. didn't
have long. past a B&B;, wondered whether anyone
actually ever stayed there (surely would, who'd
not revisit this place over and over once they'd
discovered it?)- certainly would've, having the
cash (apparently parts of "lion, witch and the
wardrobe" were filmed here. huh). further on, the
road turned back to seal, unfortunately, but
with small promise- surely, at least fairly
close by this point. turning a corner, a small
and infinitely beautiful indent against the bush,
a small paddock bunched up against it, stream
wound against the bases of trees, all lit by
the clear tones of a now unswathed moon, sat
aside the road. it was distilled perfection.
it was too much, just had to keep goin' or
risk shattering that image. next turn was
a set of DOC toilets, an excellent sign. must be
basically sitting on the path entry now. searched
all 'round the back for it, up the road, nothing.
not entirely despondent but bewildered, moved
forward and found a signpost. the falls were now
behind? turned around and searched even more
thoroughly, quiet hope turning to desperation
by the silent light of the moon. finally,
straight across the road from the toilets,
was the green and gold sign, cloaked in
darkness under clustering trees, professing
a ten-minute bushwalk to the

purakaunui falls. saturday. 1.32 am.**
venturing into the bush by the dull light
of a screen of a dying phone, the breeze
made small movements through the canopy. it
couldn't have been any more tranquil. edging
way through the winding cliffish track through
dense brush, the sound of a trickling stream
engorged into a lush symphony of water. crossing
a single-sided bridge across an unseeable chasm,
twinkling from the ferns behind became apparent.
turning off the dull light, the tiny neon bulbs of
glow-worms littered the dirt wall risen up about
half a metre, where the track had been cut out.
my heart soared. all heights of beauty come
together. continuing down the path, glow-worms
litter the surroundings and the rushing of
water comes to a roar. at a look-out platform
above the falls, nothing can be seen save a
slight glisten. down perilous steps (wouldn't
be too bad if you could actually see 'em) the
final viewing platform lay at level with the
bottom of the falls. they stood like a statue
in the dark, winding trails of thin white wash
through the shadows hung under trees. left
speechless from something hardly made out, turned
around and back up the stairs to where the
glowing dots seemed their most concentrated.
into the ferns above, clambered through and
around moss-painted tree trunks and came to rest
a couple hundred metres from the trail, under
a fern, under a rata. packed everything but
a blanket from nan into the bag, laid it out
on curled leaf litter and folded up into it,
feet too sore to remove 'em from boots, curling
knees up into the blanket and tucking a hand
between 'em to keep it warm. only face and
ankles exposed, watched the moon's light trickle
through canopy layers for a few hours, readjusting
tendons in legs as they came to ache. sleep (or
something resembling it) set in, somewhere
around four.

some time slightly before six, the realisation
that my legs had extended and become so cold that
they'd started cramping all the way through hit,
coupled with the sounds coming through the bush.

The wreaths of requiem ,
rest like the flocks of pigeons
in the delapidated buildings
where we house the words of
a frustratedly forgotten God

Our thoughts are marbled
Sculptured by surely ways
that leave their mark upon
the soft white limestone
we once held for granite

So we take "noes" for hostage
"Yes" in all it's uncertainty
and doubts and fears
we leave to professionals

Mass en Mass . . .
the silence shouts for redemption
as Altar boys stare straight ahead
and mouth unholy words
they could not swallow

Nay Nay !
The robes of iniquity
girdles more than the truth
of daybreaks after nights
of shadowed sin , brutal lusts
and innocent blood stained floors

i made her run like her mascara as she cried
and i just sighed;
dead inside.

i seen the tides change, she’s tired of me again and who can blame her for talking sense time and time and over again.

i sat on the fence and built a wall around the tension.
Pretending to be on my best behaviour to saviour the pretence.

i sliced through my pale skin,
so you could hear me screaming inside.
the blood poured and you cried,
as much as i tried
i couldn’t hide my shame.

And you could spot how the blade glides that this was just a game.
I felt tame as the scars healed before you saw me again.

I peeled those scabs, red raw
blood sore.
I need to feel what i felt before you saw my insides and core.

But the metaphor was lost in translation.
We spoke the same language but couldn’t stand it when we didn’t understand one another.

We didn’t know at the start,
closed tight shut forever delapidated situation.
Bankrupt.

Yea,
We didn’t know at the start,
money tight, tightrope outspoken broken up arguments and tense situation.

Yea baby,
we just didn’t know at the start;

That art,
was the gate way
& the key to our hearts.

They describe themselves as such good people
Just because they un-ceasingly chat about nothing
And believe in normal more than heart
Yet who does this save them from?
There is a puppet playing with the light inside peoples souls
Telling them vanity is an answer
As long you you don't need o have questions
Is that freedom?
Being so possessed by mindlessness that that is your mind
Existing by batteries and little keys that tell you
"I'm doing no, just ******* you lifeless."
All they do is smile and gape while dementors kiss
Because society left culture in a delapidated dumpster mutilated
And we all die in the nothing
Baring our scars

i own a delapidated apartment complex
transfered to me in obligation of legislation
this is a single watergate
a gate from which i am responsible to provide moisture
the ink publishing rights i have are civil rights
they are not civil rights violation
i have not committed treason by causation of fraud in the legislature by mismanaging legislated possession and title of house
the timeline and events in historical record that have handled these paperworks are not able to re handle the violation
i have handled my paperworks without clerical error
my paperworks and identity are not in question
my paperworks and identity are my personal property

for those of you notified, miss markle has joined
i am a royal irish poet of thormond

so the fencing is done

native landscape of west point past checkmate of live alternate
plays at boarding the queens sate
queens ponder whilst servants issue of quarter?



subversive tinctures and laddles of absinthe minded professors
has reach to the crown, best mournings sire
ramparts dublin to england and hounds
previous journals online kindle direct
full name kevin mathenia united states poet
irish american playwright and journalist

subversive war pamphlet available online nows
Means to Measure American Literacy Rates in Ireland: the journalists oath

thats irish stanzas folks

journal to ramparts dublin and the gaurdian

in barreled inks i fished

paddle'd it
you see how we pull to the shale in the rhythyms?

i have always felt it that way to

there and back
length of body out, and ankle it out like a full body power slide
on the face and back hand at once
when the swell and you measure down
she relents and lets you end her or with her
thats aggression

irish cutting you off now shane, have the land ledge movement
im on civil rights violation

trying to fight my way into prison

i'll drag every man who signed his life to me, away
through my castles in pain

jenna haze is on the other side in new york waiting

and rains of sands, soundly bobby, i'll go down

for when i became calm, a star an air force general from ireland

for the green fields of london call, speak of french again

for my grandmother elizabeth omeara of lietrim


the game which gazes
should you choose as seats
recipes that meat?

i will unfind the aprons cloth
of the grill to my lest i be without
signatoria in 3


Gianmaria Testa brother of racquel irene testa
senator michael testa of new jersey

i will not pay rent

brimhall library homekey theft ..... i am irish, she is sicily

her medici's are with holds in ham

milanesa de napoliatana mash

nuovo

you will inact, imagining sorrow's worth
that we lost the war within ourselves
the sun is all the grain leaves
the gold was the catch
the heave and *** of slaves labor
lying dead and downtrodden
on the shores and trenches of america

critical mass generation
thats military science
your passing, as am I
only I being a difference maker
can stand liberty up, a loan to france

thats 1009 emails

you know what colors are in my inbox?

when i became a bar room hero,
it was when she brought the medical records
of her son's heart surgery to me
while we were locked out of my country
we have spent 5 years raising jack jack

hi ken its kevin, fide et amor,  i remember doing a record gig for pennywise in carpinteria with pete rocky

being a civil rights leader ends a lifes able
the journalist's needs are to replace soldier
allowing leave and inroads are built in ink

thousand oaks library signing on

welcome to perception
blue in 2
hold
the
screams
your
hinge                  grab a texas shimmy'r to remove the slide

come back in 1 remove fret at 3 from the killing floor

going to the morse codes gonna hava

im taking jonny langs guitar off, make a duet

this a jazzy blue tie for miley's girlfriend

we gonna session it up to salt title it hinge
work it over for koko to show
wet works to peel the harmonica in to the damage
in 3 or 2 back 2 3 and 4 out
cat crawl throwing stolen thumbs  (thats my names)

thatta lets some water for lil walter

mike, lets steal the spoons from summertimes open scratch and play

when kendall gets home and doesn't cry learn how to resent me
and write that objective

its about ending the celebration,the wrong way
your blind, essays guides and knights of los angeles

being a soldier my whole life, leaves me to know for you
when its good to be scared. and type it  back to me

san francisco rude cruise
end 1
drawings of london overt bostones

chuckies keys hold

ok tara this is the pretty reckless tourbus we are throwing up requests for the santa barbara bowl with johnny lang and linkin park, figure you outs

Ducks, caterpillars and orchestra
Seasons nobley rend.
Unfinishing forms as went
Body moves and ment
Builds of stanzas
Pirrohuet invent
Cloudy durable meditation
Uncure-able
Hinging sang
As rangle dined
Nacient sky wanderings
Awakening leafs songs
Timing breaths, faithful foly
#taylorswift


Suspend
I am confronted
As psyche and lyric
We fertil the lose
#jennahaze

Curation as history
The rude is indifferent
The plum is pluck
Developing inference in witness
The paint is spent defining away

Lady
Your a measured philosophy of prose
A wise love defied trade with me
As we examined fight
Don't define me
The end
#kendalljenner

Corners
What I have understood in life
By turning into the problem
The great reveal lives
As isn't is faced the season, becomes
Concerned
Cornered is her hindsight
And in timing
We face a longing
To lose with

I share of this partnering with provocation
That your days may blend into
Comforting hands of the *******


Girlvert

The Juliet society


Life's at the end
What I have understood in life
By turning into the problem
The great reveal lives
As isn't is faced the season, becomes
Concerned
Cornered is her hindsight
And in timing
We face a longing
To lose with

the civil war
back during the civil war and befor's
people in "certain" professions, policing people
made vows and churches and burned peoples
always the california with the golden rings so fair?
do you?
yes
too late
wifery laws
where i woman isn't speaking
and child molesting men hunted boys into prisoning
absconding from the army
the creation of another continental congress
held that reason required a department of corrections
for the child molesting police to join the military
when a police department reaches critical mass
the must adjourn to prison for appelate and trial judges
to review conduct of office

christina appelgate is kate middleton


contracting and paragraph writing
support of logic
retracting distractions
that a law was created regarding homeless money
and translated into words
the pitch and fervor of advertising wrong
going back in time
governor is still governor
the title of california is governor wording
theft is theft
one cannot make a living off of another human
trafficking....
a american without a job may not steal the life or lively hood
of another
unemployment insurance exists
bad registers are created and then fired or using synonyms
otherwise re written and re described
so as to structure success in california
there are no lifetime appointments as california homeless career

this is welfare fraud
illegal subsidy of anothers provisions

varied degree's of guilt

i will give you a problem to solve
tonight....
why are you holding the testa's hostage
in a body bag in california gavin


new titles
the girl hear
i can get out of town
set up show, catch another address
come back after
after
letting sight out of what's right
she stilled in the bag
overnight
billboard
she is italy
in my eyes
how i died
coming in irish poetry
lost forever, loves taken away

conquestador exquisite
senora mayor
the grass grows strange
in the burrows face

madison beers at me
palabra visions, que

toon face speak, a tent hut

graffiti
the losing laundry
the holding hostage
saying im writing
and all are blind

the disengineous savant
question
when was the last time you ****** over forty men?
thats how to kick a mule into a prison term
turrets for civilians

acquire an acre from the local union operators heretic
be it a she or he or fluids
discuss gus and gals till the trap opines

sup er flows right on the platter

best friend first thanks

snafu
political ****

i am a business

please refer to classic kendall photogs of past declare war politics

malorca lighting was refreshing on kylie, thanks

you got her hair open part ways and try it on you

then there is the dirt abandon shot
the faux grease words and other repose reposing of frame

these missing dictionary values and things help i dont know how

i am not a soldier
i am military
i do millitary
you dont find ways to save us with your free speech
debate and challenge the oppositional sentences

is sewing to speak as i am able
the voting of your booths would exist everyday
allowing us to come home
thats general assembly of world peace
dis arm the powers of the press
the voice missing is the losing song

gwenstefani, never needed you either


not liking this or that
your available to live, and not is wisdom
i am available behind civil rights violations

run of mine
tred of earth, from me and?
when  hearing lies, all tred is gone


a philosophy of news
that as we go in time
a new summization can be afforded little time
and evaluation is infinite
to examine the map, cartography

all news and description of information
is reworkanble into improvement
this include wall street
employement options and descriptions
the word work describes health of a person
....activity and motion over time, improvement requires
more work, less, sedation or atrophy


may or a sale for you
never me, never free
so i dub thee homeless purge worth
compared to my trial record all is profitable prose
i have a juris doctorate
allowing doctoring of evidence from my ****** money

Lancaster mayor’s

what said you?
what sayeth ye?

please share your spotlight of ambition with the news, again
ego that **** thing

the boston globe was fun

your speaking to me thats the military
we don't know the freedom
the people who speak for you
dont and do affect us
taking our life away, inch by inch
i don't
know a lot of things you know how

leave new confessions of freedom and hows the plurals on the paper please for the other people


vishnu and alan watts and linkin parks
another link, another park with poverty
freed thoughts from thoughtless peasants
giving of sentence to the dead
us beyond being loved
having not but that you would reach, another, as we

mention of another
i and thou exists, yet your enemied days list is songs to find ketch and wind in the falling page

the middle path
for and with the undiscovering of the mind
the untouched rendering of paint
the unknowing of war and wars
a vowel a verb reflection
before the slaving, water and narcissus
as she was meaning so shall i

when will she bring a new song
#parisjackson #jennahaze

issuance #2
in the creation of letter, language study, finance
and British measure of peace to the americs's
simple sail was used, ink was left and library was erected as frame

this is an irish essayist, ireland has done this with history already.


college
for the irwin husband
we are proud of 20 year old with ******* fiesta

classic enjoyment of liberated women's rights
to explore rock n roll and have great *** with experience
preference of billionaire agenda, as if, victoria and secrets

irish poet attempts in american logic spells

governing of wife done by newsomething else so became governor of california

is this examination of translation and literacy
an appropriate measure of comparative literature?
in the discussion of barbs, insufficient language in legislation
am i as poet descriptive in the imbalance?
the inference of opposition is delve able.

poverty rights, privacy rights, many military measures of law
less choice, higher literacy rates, finite math and means of speech
after entry into history, no counter exit may be spoken.    miranda


scotlands measure in doubt
as folded lend
bends of russian summer
turgenev's spring,
remembrance oft turmoiled pillage

the canter of burry, lythical touch
empty surrenders of birth

calming the worries of wisdom
i am not the wisdom of your past
i am only logistics from the army
census is not complete in california
1st coordination of the day is homeless numbers are coming in negative
2nd coordination burn victims go in the hospital

homeless people are without frame or constitution

disaster and emergency protocol correction

the hand of my general is calming

this is one of our departments, civil affairs

safe for work,,    higher

here, we allow and let go the focus of what people are
trafficking in doors
in doors doesn't exist
the mass ****** exists
i seek that military trials have been held in the past

this is removal of the flank, the laddle and the bath
warmth out and in the wounds of war
musn't the war be quieted? yes it must

command has this in hand ladies

the irish wombe
contritions wombe
never shall i contrive, of
mothers wisdom
the act of being contrived, is
an act of hostaging the violition
of another
embattled romes kneel'd
conference of the selfless slaves of
northern ireland
i am liberated from france

everyday california crimes
the police **** the women in the street
ain't i a woman

non profit orchestras
in the assembly of 2 and more bodies, able'd gangs arm to arm
formation of flank

homeless crisis profit(s)

the capture and title-ing of slaves in america

this is military, united states
intercept of interpol and permit emit of transmission by and four lensed


mater dei
the theology and police family audit of 2024-2025

that?  neither is enrolled nor contributes to the cost of living
that? corruption of trust as defined by antitrust investigation shall apply

the police and theology budget and quality of life=q factor
in the signal of draw from amp(s)
the hague applied

submitted to allied command.

they are aware this is going public

i use a vaporizer after talking with a doctor in thousand oaks
the conclusion by medical opinion was that an increase in my life span would be the result after years of tobacco smoking
also the lowering of my bloodpressure..

obstruction to justice, public speech paid for and ?


a word of kiwi
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

foolish
foolish is the youth
of a voice
in attempt
of the temple
accept that the temple is held
the water drops
the void is you

jenna, again, i use your eyes for love

the charge of war and wars towards affectioniting me
as the fetile position of creed none see the after waste
of using kevin's ink

i am the cooled desert's water hiding
as your city beats, me, tranquility is stone

i am many bodies without many homes, less the good night of worth

welcome to many mansions and the area housing authority corruption of the united states of america.  the sub letting of the government in the creation of the privately operated treasury of church inside of .org states and savings and loan

as the employer, the employee finds and defines the crime
those are the labor laws, i am a poet

post, actionable response
attempt of cinder
black male rf signal trace
brimhall library
city employee operator
deploy of title overt testimony of intent
intent to bag conference
citizens journal to warden
indifferent confine, criminal conspiracy, interpol readout
to mirror holding homeless millions wears gold watch
was on luthern web site and removed visible identity

unauthorized rf signals

***** education agency
keep off
irish mits tap flat
no army
need no green
hit and p, keeper of the pass
re lease my frame and a e
say no everyday the french
it a chique form

paying checks like a senator, no quik e

repa no clowner signs? y mas palor

para the monk? extravagants warehouse

monk 6 the housing laws

he own the budget of delapidated crimes not payed for

structual engineering ,, poor citizens supervisory councils
no impedence of traffic on lines


environmental laws of diplomacy
those without have less discussion provided them


years ago i came into thousand oaks

battling the recession

mathematically it was not a survivable odd
the opponent was collapse eminent domain and gerrymandering
feared and fearfull letters from inept language of assembly

finding others unhoused, in various states of dis-repair
i eventually  "graduated" to the "wash" where we are "learned" to hide
while acquiring american hobo skills of interstate travel
the language of the country takes time and toll.

liberty is the confidence of the great american hobo's, thus the toll of locomotion is always our right to pass obstruction

havent seen you since la conchita cameron

my ventura bailiff if concert can happen for you if you a jimmy carter refuge looking for the light on, he never hide 40 yard dashes

elbows up side to side chiques cool let him ride

diplomacy and letters post brexit
after brexit, with ireland stabilized
my consulate does not experience loss of life
the international laws which protect my life
are the language i am putting across your desk

loose grasp of the united kingdom
i am british, the king is english
i am irish, not scottish
these are languages, and i am also english now that brexit has happened in history
where my family comes from in new york and ireland is the country side
in new york we are a us general of diplomacy
in ireland we live in the peaceful countryside where no wars are experienced
we have no police

Commission on slaves
Lahsa, and aha are not hud and not newsom.  These are criminals welfare queens and non profit tax frauds

Homeless annexing official drug Lords of court algorithm obstructions

Tony your going to prison with gretched

fathering a cradle
outside of a letter
against a government
the rendered offense of needs
above the heeding of just and fair
taking of fares, grins beneath stairs
obstruction to the bodies dying in streets
hateful days and nights
efforts of hate
efforts too taken over the bodies
imposed, impotented, writen for
in orders of motions to attack, the waiting
game taste of human meats
#asmirwin #aoc #senwarren

antitrust investigations of the legislatures of american
causable frame for reason
poverty, geneva violations of human rights to a frame and a constitutional measure of life in the span of our time on earth


emily conover
geo thermal evacs
the detonation and liquification
of our commodity
water
hydro carbon poignancy
the projection against turbine
injection as variable in dissection of mathematician languaging

aggregate and re sum zero mass
mass against mass is fold of sum some thing in another length
ink, opposite polar coordinate from military science
finite math finite letter

geneva conventional wisdom focus on housing in american life span


tony this is congres letters hearing this
and homeless american is worth sunday retraction
love you kylie, no more wells fargo post office's thanks

she knows behind blue eyes

--debating journals as a means to measure progressive literacy of lives living and so on-----

world peace in parts
the third overature's
approach
the price and cost of stable
day in 1's
the eurasian peninsula returns gaurd
flanking northern atlantic forces
armada appears as whale flights
8 and 1 alto of a fifth measure
commondity to hold, four too held

ambers grains beneath handed ash

autumn a single quarters marking and mark of
coordinate #1
brexiting history

herstories, autumns, length of visit upon the heading west

titling in victory, a chinese summit

the name
insurmountable collage of civilization
civilized sorcery of the high seas

the race is him, beneath the empty calling of war
in the northern rims of ireland
aka korea

korean is irish for peace

no longer than a four and a measure
is tilting interesting the pangenian effectures

have we the symphony today ladies

enjoy american greed in 0

eva is this touch up removed from french press yet?


notice to chief public defender
of breach, in ventura county courthouse

breach of clearance level
none of you should be hearing from me
aside from antitrust
i should be gone inside a long time ago

a general, general's breach is a mass is movement
and im demolished frame, constitution as the same, american
citizen destroyed by cost of police budget
bulldozer physics of high school football scrimage fame

gentle humble american peasant liberty meets destruction
anti construction jobs operation of petrol causing exposure of flesh to exhaust pipe acid rain porous mixture of priority god

whatever plagirism education they appear to have
it's all fear of something better
that is something they cannot be a part of
the department of corrections owns them
and the cowardice of not going to the prison
they are assigned to for review of paperwork
is the constant extension of war crimes by defintion
in u.s. history.
the army they are not
to policy regarding that things career ends with the obstruction
to the justice department and district attorney's exhibiting fear in the line of duty
army and american regulation and allegiance of courage requires no cowardice
i am army
cowardice is the death penalty
treason is punishable by death

what say you?

keep off
irish mits tap flat
no army
need no green
hit and p, keeper of the pass
re lease my frame and a e
say no everyday the french
it a chique form

paying checks like a senator, no quik e

repa no clowner signs? y mas palor

para the monk? extravagants warehouse

monk 6 the housing laws

he own the budget of delapidated crimes not payed for

structual engineering ,, poor citizens supervisory councils
no impedence of traffic on lines