Tuesday, December 23, 2014

crispy takers or, is it talkers

The fire burned hire and so we have form of the substance that makes me tiered.
This makes me want to wink at the idea because the whispers from the back seat drown out the fact the meanies.  The cup of tea and Barbara.

Thank you so much though ping and pang ripples sound waves in my already echoing head
I'm so full the waste is oozing out of my shoe laces…

Stop it.
              I said STOP.  IT.
I can hear what you are trying to do and you are wrong and so far off page because what I said was true and what was written is the most truth but that is what is under cats paws and these ones and zerbos are of other dimensions that leak

please ask
please believe the wrong thing to be just that.
please know that i already know so much that i need you to tell me with your own words.
I heard facts from other peoples spare words, they have such little control.

i might make a dollar…
come on find targets that matter and land one chimo pill or carbon monoxide tube
and the piano sounds like rain drops not to mention the way the vocal sounds warble.
Its like wind through the best conductor.

I crave these candies to sleep and I've done this all with purpose

thats some sub-level stuff right there...

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