And another test

To come with corners is trickery.
Subterfuge to walk around.
I've found it sticks to my shoes (with abundance!)
I lose as they point and pull in plural.
Squirrel speed in assertion, I'm left drawn and quarter.
'Tis shorter to be round at the on set. I've bet all my eggs on one basket, that I can't hack it.
I'm quite sure I will falter. So sink this brick,

back in the water.

Typing

It is so much harder on my phone but that is the best time for me to post here and I am going to be doing one of those really long without pause types of posts so feel free to skip this one unless you want to gain some real insight into the me you have yet to meet

Fleet foxes makes me think of the curl at the of...wait how is it that anyone reading this has a me yet to meet? Or the other way around. I have to birthday wish my loved one and I am so hugless right now that this banjo makes me cry with fellow sons. And there is the bomb...o Draga! Only this slight tip of my head and I'm retching with oceans held at bay. All these helpful holds but not one of them lets go so the burst is eminent.
That case having unexpectedly arrived it is the tool under the seem in that hidden pocket that could save the day. If only he would give access. What have I done to push out with such strength. I want to own it all, I'm so greedy.

Fingers split for the earphone jack as I tip tap on the protective covering that helps me save my screen. I have made a ploy to stop asking questions and bull forward with these small internal moments. This week we see that my talent for unwrapping has put time and distance in the way. Though it has nothing to do with this week, or my talent, or the time, or the distance. The way is blocked. As much as there is a way, it is blocked.
Dirt balls in my pocket? Contradictions are the

And training takes over and I must go with it and I'm so sorry to leave you all behind, but the time has come and all this is English second now. I think I will use in google translate disposable. Funny very.

בקר טוב

קיבלתי 77! שמעתי שזה מספר טוב!

Running

Sound!!!
It's like I'm learning to paint. Broad strokes and not rinsing the brushes. And with a renewed newness in purpose.

Every turn in the page like over running a field...I mean a field overrun with those pretty red splotches

איזה כף!!!

New app

I'm learning how this works with the new phone...and I'm marching in to hit the curve and blow it out of per portion!
Style wise ill miss the spacing.

I lost my pad

A true loss

so it is

a matter of trying
to go further
set free by potato chips

smashed and bent funny
feet smell over worked
over worked feet smell
the under hand is a wrapper crinkle
door mumbles are a norm
survivable
though the other finds quite a hardship for raw nerves
I see little to no understanding, but I am also not looking hard.


a do-si-do mid street...
I could write a book about her...

a day

to be given the all clear at long last
this time to date has been far from fast
and the hang nails and blistered heals made for this day to come.

I tell the world there is weight to what goes unsaid.
Spekulate till the cows come home
but make sure the cows are not counted on for food
because they may not march to the death.

soundtrack becoming erratic and archaic in nature.
reruns eat ont the wooden nature of structured progress.

I've cut out the feet of this distance...
Speaking of distance I am so glad to have been gifted with it!
What a time and place to be!
What buildings to see!

rugslip and run into the place to be, but that is the nature of why...
keeping my eye on the notion to find the right shoe lace.

it all fits together with this blue scarf and Miss Uplate can rest that I've no offense to weigh.