and I wanted to run with stops hit the hot tea pots bing and throb. After ink the itch runs cold and still we will not rerun or remake what's at stake from the stillness is no swine flu illness. Why won't you talk to me? I'm always here and that is just how it starts, but when I look past this I try to push. working this small spot of what is known. I block that which invades from ear scope I want to talk about the infinite and those red squiggly lines hang over head instilling fear. They have a great claim to be under 'growned' and while I see this I see also more than this. I see stars that melt my eyes at trillion light years in distance. I saw a dog go back to it's vomit today and it made me weep to wreck in such a way. Mc Gruff cuffed me in listening before hard lefting. brain swells in need of reaching out to tell of truths trampled. drowning with water to cause cure, but even advil is undone in authority. flesh cries out in mourning. so sad to see such silly daisies. each peddle with a tiny word written on paper by the young lady sitting feat away. Pencil in hand she finds it necessary or needed to be one to record and retell of what's far from hell. why can't this go farther? why can't my maker make me further? why is she so lonely? when will I wake up? quest in this ample abyss. More thievery. becoming a pattern that young Evan grows old with and it is all to fat that he should live a life in a few pages. He ages most in this last phrase and how can we see that we say what is always right? so idle is our idol without thinking we tout the earless, mouthless, eyeless, speachless, feetless, lunchless! I'm sorry I loved you so much! shredding through and threw. Just to be just I want to say that the lily pad had a frog in the bog. smoke and mirrors will bring that one to his end. and it is all getting gone. wink to the brink L...L...Like only one of you should get that but a few of my reading should expand. I need to find some land more than only sand. And I start to scrub from my mind such words that bright and flicker and brush and bite.
How wants to fight! I need to fight! I need to get blood going! if I must provoke you to draw it from me. I'd go to the pencil skirt and request a sketch of more than flower peddles. working new sets of train like force we start to see strain in the quickness. when was this time so important that it must be brought to a poignant place. sssssssss MR SQUIGGLY! You should have been blue. calm as is said by another head and not tail. I'd said to that place of great and terrible to slay such a squiggle. Blue is far more superior to a ham sandwich. niceness next door is more a blessing than she knows which is why we must go. Which is why I must run so silly. Such to say I'm serious and in love of peace to be at piece. strawberry rhubarb pie is red with rain water. I'll wake up in to sun or moon but both light my window skill in hitting that wall, righting ones self and striking out in a new or more or place. He pulls out his wallet at the loss of his daughter. tearing his flesh from his spirit. railing in this cage, he is hate at his choices as there illusion. only one course ends, the other goes for ever. "G-d can you save my daughter? I break and falter and fail and take me. end me with all that is worse" This poor man sees his hands as scissors and while the van is averted, the pain could get worse from this. The young girl can only move to heal without a driver. Mrs Daisy all on her own. the rams horn founds its way into his hand but this made no great change. only that it is one less distraction form the task at hand, or hands. many,MANY hands. Hundreds of hands in hundreds of years to help. and young Zoe's young son knows no father so how can such a fictional fraction mean more? It can't! he needs saving and is this the duty of the man Evan is to be, laughing the whole way. As if he had been the only one to see green in the runway. the plain hits the strip and runs like a bull in a china shop. A real bull in a real china shop hurts very little. our bare feet need no flip-flop glass case to gesture at "You know what I could use for this! A stick with ice cream that is covered in chocolate!" ( I love the pause before waking) tremble from a week month. what is to come for this lonesome man? no dodge to drive with unending joy. stuck to shoes and a walk that must be taken in a order to change at all times. a phone call could run me into a...oops! and oops is right because a tiny little squash tried counting and that was going to be a point at which drugs were given there due course. so to take it in a three part jab. stage slaps are all in threes unless you want a two type rhythm. the kind found on stage can be found in malls when they are taken over by impostors. people that are not professionals, like me. I'm a weepy piano player wanting two brothers to see the home they built all those years ago has aged in a way that proves more is in that path. Now they establish on well paved highways and I weep to say "you were right in more ways than one!" you prayed to be only his so why balk at this circle. return to your siblings for they are weaker in your absents. l...L... Andre did not make his trip the way he should have. He ran me into the store so quickly I had no idea what store we were in. no list to know what was needed I only had so much money to spend. I could not go until it had all been accounted for. I killed grammar and after it died I still had so much more left to go. Dollar store, you failed me.
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