Wednesday, August 17, 2011

hours in

only a few hundred hours in and I have draws to a next level

faith?  hopes?  so much uncertain
This september we'll have some weeping
not to compete with february
as the 17th tears at my heart.
and think about her low heart as I start to rebuild
and that from scratch
detatched from all time home.  I'll rome from uncle
to immigrant, to get out quick.  stick that the other way
grey to shift (past away)
thrift to lift trash water out of rubber made roller wheeled
mindless mess!  hands flying and lying because we talk with our hands
sands of time running from egypts door steps
cram that down my throat.  pushed down to nerve endings in tips.
so honesty ran shy on my account
I mount this battle to cull the cattle of the written worst.
come agree with me that this is factual
because the actual numbers are none to one
in max
the stacks of damage done in every one
but I'll gun to make made this end
send it out and wind away

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