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 Dustin lifts 45 pounds with his left five pound arm. He watches Jolene walk in the glass door. It is 7:45 in Columbus. We are the mirrors and the dark grey clouds and the peeling fake leather and the yellowish foam peaking out.

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Cars are nice to live with a polyp in my hair balls. The conjugation of freedom is flowing through the cold wine women of farm Africa, crazy wigger. Sopapilla life and times, i wanna try to go farm a college berth. My friends are dreaming of colonial classics. I jizz in the cars that try on their hearts.

My name is ropes. My ponies are cold. Hi, I am Ohio. My main man is a man of the colonial time befor the trying time that trials give to piles of trying times. They have a poosy, but they don't wanna try to walk to the neighbors' north.

By and bye, the trying guys have a tooth in the movie couth. The highest thing I think about is a white woman  -  when I coexist  -  the trees are quick. The coes are clients. 

Gotta Be the Snow Bird, Gotto Be the Gloworm

Next to the Living life

Nice to know what's right

next to Thee

Need

To know what's right

I like to think random words then

 Try to make sense of thoughts or find meaning.

New Girly Be Log

K Thinger

March 30, 2024

This is where it turns on.

This is where it opens.

This is where I brew a coffee.

This is the part of the day where I am still

                a part of my day.

Maybe I will speak poetically.

Maybe I will be poetic.

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I am going to sleep.

I am using my voice for good.

The platform had a thin film of water.

 The Seagull was a Pelican was a snow bird was a Crane was an African leopard leaping through a pain of windowless 

I am shaped like hair.

She is her own.

He barks like they.

 A pretty incapacity sweats. Normal faces shine directly. I am actually unbearable. The bear took a quiet nap in a lefdover forest pockets of littering leaves and twigs and seeds and pics.

I fund the internet charity.

I sleep on a manufactured mattress.

I take water and plumbers.

 They is my good life friend

. . . .

 I'm just 

in searching for words. 

 Everything is real. I said to Billy.

She said Every thing 

There's no such thing as imaginary imagination.

That's not real.

 I drive to Bobby's, arrive at 8.

He drives us to Aaron's apartment.

I don't know if I should say anything. 

Do I have a problem with wanting to interact with everyone equally?

We can learn from each other then help make lives better.

Is language extremely confusing? 

Can I make any thing better?

May we benefit by just observing the landscape and our thoughts?

  I cannot hear your punctuation

How am I to understand what you mean

You're meaning 

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3 Friends Hang for Fun

Abissia was born in March 1991 on the south coast of Ethiopia.

Mags was born in East London on a day of November 1988.

Yo was born. It was June 1985, at a hospital at 15,000 feet in Pakistan. 

Mags has Celtic and viking lineage.

No one knows about the family of Yo.

They sit or lie in a room or rooms, eat somethings like pizza and strawberry fanta

and watch something like television. 

Ego Death

A Spore from a light source inside of the Nothingness

Drift to a Lower angle.

Eyes, being in irreplaceability, respect

Doing cost-saving flesh speaker imbecile replacement. 

Taste, money monkey, They Dream tired colour

At perfect Time, sensuous reel scale shimmer deal of death

 

My favourite part

Just how illiterate and Mysteriously 

 The Resumė of Asking for Normal Opinions 

 Pretend I got to work at 8

 Pretend I live In China 

Pretending to be human.

 This is age we will survive 

As the end ends up more like the other end.

The one that begins when you walk out of the woods in a raincoat.

Be tired. Be responsible.

 Grungy metal

Black sludge

Post pop

Liver failure

Dingy bathroom

Dimly-lit sidewalk morgue

I am hungry 

I am wasteful 

I am Lady

I am Grey

I am shameful

I am homely

I am shacreiliegious 

I'm not really candy 

I'm not really Onions.

I am not a boat.

I am not a monkey. 

I am an alcoholic drug addict.

My mind is a willow tree.

I beg for pure water, H²O.

Ask me anything. 

Ask Me Something, please. 

I don't know where or why

And what who Real

. . . .

It is 'correct wisdom". 

This The Meaning 

And I am a porn addict.

All I really care about is a sex worker, who goes by Billy. I just need money to spend time with her 

I wish she and I were spouses

I know I am insane, so maybe I am not. 

My name is not Gregory Douglas Wredberg .

I  cannot, and I mustn't. 

I was working with Tim at 112 Lincoln 

I am 

Tired 

I had a hot shower 

And over half a cayman jack 

Anxiety Death

 I walk to the door at the front of the house, open it and walk out to stand by a car, because I can, because I have 2 healthy human feet.

It is 72 degrees fahrenheit. My mind thinks this cannot be not nice. Clouds are up by a blue sky. It is a bit newer.

I welcome the children of human people, to approach areas of invention and natural barriers: trees, bushes, creeks and the rest.

My arms are So Open. I say this is the public park, the learning place, the school, the Academy. Then they cheer for the green future. 

The Story of Boy Howdy

 Lejune Porkbit was born in 1804 and happens to be the origin. One ramshackle shackle room was the home of his mother who mother'd 9. She never married. It was a dusty pork industry in the lower midwest.

All was hard and unforgiven.

Days were grey and darkish red, maroon tips on the eyelashes.

 Be like my father in nineteen ninety nine.

Drive us to A motel six in Atlanta, Georgia and eat chocolate milk and powdered donuts.

chocolate donut gems

rainy morning

Then go to new york city?

My mom just wants to go to south padre island. 

So we just Need a million dollars.

Why is it so easy for some people to get a million dollars?

Is anything anything?

Can everything be equal in the chest of my relax reflex

A scene between two unencumbered fellow pinches.

 Here comes this goddamn poem

My life

Is an extra Bonus

My triplekits [triplicates] take the time.

I drank almost half a bottle of wine.

Pain is An avoidable. . . Or no

Secure your device for plain ; ! +

Take time to leave all of it.

Alone is the beginning of we.

This barbell excruciating

The taco meat fell asunder. 

The quiet of the desert becoming ancient bible Lick

Nowness nearness a sled a sledge

So his pant leg is muddy with it

At the beginning of the season

The smoking pipe gentle Man

Dialogue plays on a music boy's eyes and cheeks.

Then it is the end, I say with open garnishes

Tell all of them the brokenness

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 Penis

Milk

Brain

Mother

Dye

Man

Fault

Domination

Piece

League

Milk

Bake

Diet

Die

Nonfiction 

Bless

Prime

Dime

Beckon

Mouse

Bone

Milk

Pen

Horse

Man

Moon

Rain

Nose

Roll

Vest

Lobe

Save

Bleed

Gripe

Jelly

Miss

Wrong

Belch

Sex

Blind

Billow

Photo

Hair

Engine

Earth

Hair

Please

Fire

Restock

Device

Ridden

Print

Anything

Email

Lose

Die

Banana 

Bank

Restate

Die

Human

Take

Rules

Death

Meat

Ist

Player

Die

Death

Music

Word

Football

Conquer

Money upset. Drink light silly.

unavoidable woman Training 

speculum

Rash

Eighties

Favourite 

Lead

Meadow

Finish

Lame

Growth

Death

Service

Worm

Blood

Mat

Car

Insane

Divide

Planet

Asmr

Clergy

Drive

Week

Spill

Vice

Guilt

Presence 

Official

Wet

Drink [pipe]

Pleasant

Blame

Guilt

Chronicle

Mash

White

Milk

Build

Life

Patient 

Censer

Boat

Boot

Crime

Sleep

Blush

Sane

Want

Laser

Love

Lose

Mop

Party

Sense

Gum

Drum

Life

Diet

Penis

Wool

Blush

Dream

Organ

Plus

Skeptic

Mine

Crumb

Passion

Negative 

Gun

Pull

Light Finger Nearer to Thee Time Poem

The banana rests on the toadstool.

Six sides split greenfully to grace the

Open air; scheduled molecules dance.

Interplay

The stem and opposite end creak,

Pulling to peace, equilibrium leak.

Colloquial dioramas incessantly 

They idiosyncratically stand and walk.

Idiomatically, ironically, where are Our legs?

Their yellow darkstar please placate

In suffering grief

Told tale justify great design, transportation, urbanization

Social order, speakable human health waves

Tides of good learning history now.

 Monday night is almost as good as monday morning.

Working at a public library for 8 hours a day with a one hour lunch

Thrice a week

My weak heart

My weak mind

Live in Time | the shoe shiner's climate

Inside of a Poem

Hello, I am inside of a poem. The man who flies under my nose can grab himself by the backs of his thighs.

My mind is a compost pile. She finds my blood inside her nose. 

My gravity grows like a hamster face. The Sun is blue, but the mines are eraced by time. 

the Sun is Gray and black. The moon makes my heart attack.

the Sun and the train go down in the rain, and every person is blue and gween. They sneeze on me, and I like them to be.

  Efresian , 

Frighten the Berries

The Collar of Your Shirt, the Skin of Your Shoulder

Road of Afar

Road of Afar

Here Come the Moon

The Brink of the Brink

 

Aboriginal Expectation

 

A documentary short 

The pondy near my mom's house

I walk around and think of David Gulpilil

and one red blood

Lizards, birds, insex 

Mammals, air, People

 

I decapitate myself with a scythe. 

 Give me things I can't think about. 

- the title is a fun song

I was born in 19 hundred.

I can see the Earth spinning like a fungus.

I can leave my own name alone.

He bakes cakes, because he cannot find his cellular phone. 

Pool cues dance under hot tub blues.

I shed my skin, because it made me a walrus underneath a pile of jewish candle wax.

My cancer grew like a fountain of dew.

Going insane, my life was a hamster wheel that grew up underneath the Deep South oppression .

Can you cancel my subscriptions. ?

I am awake, but my mind has taken so many relapses into depression. 

I could sleep, but my hands are weak.

Hope is the thing that I cannot strangle.

Every moment of the day happens to be the angel fighting the demon

With a punching fist and a little list

That he wrote on a cloud and time began.

Happiness and drudgery

Can you see my penis flying underneath the radar. ? 

He gets so low that he takes the birthday face and squeezes it like a hangman's noose.

Cold man flies in with his holy finger and his Douglas fir.

He takes his elbows in. He takes his money back to Earth.

And he shits on the tablets that the toddlers produce for free.

Now we have no one else to be

And this is the end

I hope you are happy and gay.

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 I gone to a friendly therapist appointment. 

Her last first next appointment 

Answering questions 

My name is Recycle Reciprocal Johndoe.

It's the middle of the afternoon, 

Late late at night at 21:22 o'clock. 

Writing a long, unfinished, unfinishable, overdue, undue

Book based on a few Australian and New Zealander Television programmes,

Baste your friend the turkey, because the dusk jacket of Our coffee table

Is turquoise aquamarine and silent blueberry damp

Take a new moment 

The end of the park trail

The outdoor bball court

Leaning nifty 50 fifty-year-old trees, like buildings, apes of tax papers and learning exams

The maintenance shed

The light in window

Doctor scope

Nurse tooth

Blood bin

Waste bag

Five landfills

Foreign cities

I have never been

I blow out candles and blow pops

I run on the river in flip flops

The End

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 Heaven knows it's purple and green. 

Jesus hose the queen on his ring finger

Jesus knows it's purple and green

Heaven holds the Queen on her ring finger

    lavender spring 

Going back to africa

Gettin split open like an, angry, hermit, crab

Two children

Wake up in a Sunday morning

Paper

   My beard is made of tortillas 

My love is so old and gay

   My homies are so serious 

But I just stay home all day  (:

The End

 The conquistador rode a bike to the mona Lisa store.

I don't need to wake up yet, it's only Thursday 

Quiet   triangles 

Leaflet   holy ghosts

Da 3

  Health, Sanity,  Truth,  Sense

 Do you try out for hockey practice right now?

Do you Break the lips of the foreigners with the hockey stick?

Just for coming home to their foreign land?

The End

They, Hey, create problems for Poor people.

Try to ask Foreign agents. 

I am afraid to attend a boycott SXSW protest. There are many military industrial, imperialist genocide supporters 

And many angry, tired poor persons

Just a bit like me

I do knot know how

I must eat well and sleep well.

Go out side

I am watching Pewdiepie and family on a winter trip

Marzia is very attractive

Mercy on us.

I saw this graffiti under 35 at 71

        keep austin distracted

Text to Aaron: 

Alex is doing Koop stuff after work. I think he and I will finally hang out tomorrow. I will be shutting down south by south west in a few hours.

I should watch more Colonial Outkast podcast.

Greg Stoker

Aaron sent a real nice video of him yesterday. 

Revolutionary Blackout is good too

I wrote this on a check ghost in my car this morning,

        For Your Memory - Do we care if we know if we can, remember you or me.?

Some things took more time. Shred cheese only after churning . . .

( Repossess Your Age )

I don't feel Well. Physically I am about 80 percent, but mentally gotta be less than 40...

'

Why the Sky Is So Triangular

Prop me up on your toast wheel.

Give as much as we afford....

I am so high right now.I think I had 50 mg.I had a bigger piece a couple hours after the first.

My heart starts racing , saying , my breathing gets shallow.

I paused in the middle of the episode where anny blackbird comes in. I think there's maybe 3 episodes.

Everything is amazing if you know what I mean

I know what I mean

Okay I gotta go to bed.

Does it hurt you when I say you are too beautiful for words?

Does it hurt, when I say I could love you forever again.

Doesn't? 

Why do I think I am so important this way..?

Why do I think?

My girlfriend is such a good idea.

You are such a good idea.

I am and my life is a Chinese Chimney 

The acrylic ones, who had not finished being seen reading, had since merged.

Changes  His Mind

Your hair can go to therapy 

Hair is not a kind of life.

Good night to Eart

Happiness hurts

Galloway. Angels die on the path to Resurrection.

5 Good Rules:

1. Don't be evil.

2. Don't let others be evil.

3. Don't let evil just happen.

4. Eat well. Sleep well.

5. Be kind and loving. 

Ah drahv un' Awes-Truck .

I only wake to see your answer

A text message from my Aaron 

      Too Long

I ain't gonna ask you once .

It's after noon

At this moment. 

A sent me a clip of Dr. Finkelstein teaching history of US and West German involvement. 

Me: (: Really great to learn real history. I never even suspected til regrettably recently, that monsters and horror in movies etc. are just a window or mirror to the hell that's befallen humans. (: I don't think I mentioned I love your Twitter bio, took me a bit to understand it. I just followed the Party for Socialism and Liberation.

Aaron: That's why I love horror stories! --My bio is a clause out of Insight about the mystical body of Christ. :] --I am getting more confident in the PSL!

I don't deserve your shower or suit

Sojourner changed the mind . . . .

Sacajawea led the path round the bend of Nature time

with Pocahontas. 

Recharge your smartphone 

Sueños en vivo

I gotta go to the weight room. 

Gets Holy 

when dead and gone. 

[ in spired by Christian Fournier ,

It's wild how much I care and how cool I could be 

I will shit on the pigeons that shit on our heads when I fly to the moon on my homemade spaceships. 

I got 2 pinkie fingers and they're wiggling for salvations. 

Why do people run down the rails at the skatepark?

They don't know

That shoes are good guys too.

Shoes are good guys too.

They don't know

Jokes and jukes

Cukes and kooks

Sluices and sleuths

She goes to work at noon.

She bottles her jokes with spoons.

   Vietnamese Donut Shop

How could we forget to stop?

Shame on me. The rain is cleaning my dirty feet.

O thanks -

God, Float in space.

Give me Your Self.

i am Your Will.

Your Will Is mine.

It is Glory

Emotions are somatic and mental

They are sensations 

Perceptions

How We Feelin

Healin'

Jon Batiste

Doubles Troubles

Make me make sense to Us

From my blog, goodenoughtoknow.blogspot.com 

"My life and mind, journal"

Ing 

Hi, I love u

I just texted 'Billy': " I cannot wait to be with you [: ha, what is the Future like? "

I wish I would try

To be much less Horny

I am sad to be scared.

I would rather be dead

Really

If we just think about it . . .

Drinking healthy water is miraculous. 

Think about Palestine. 

Who is true?

Come back home to fight me

Come back home to Defend our rights to be who we are

To ask for eternal wisdom 

Cross our legs on Gymnasium

I can hold a smile in my ears

.  . . .

Realness might mean a sense of who is to be real.

I am going back to

The ocean as it stands. 

Back to the ocean 

As it stands

I am lucky to live.

I am lucky As I live.

As applies Sasha

Iridescent irrespective 

Angel retribution.

Reparations, Redistribution

Restitution

Existing for a Reason 

For Some Reasons

Cosy Dreamy

Look at the cracks on the back of my fingers and hands.

I love you. 

Love U

luv u

Human Blossom 

Wild Blue Never

múm 

A murder is the end of the World. 

           Real Gosh Dang Free Writing: 

True hope happens to other humanity. 

Juice reels in the line of fuck fish sitting on Reams of paper.

   fum ago , - Try on different Shoes made by lovers under duress. 

Yuth deck veranda Men exact drunk lego why they vest penises Which was the reason actually verified Pine seen on TV by 1.2 million American 

ewe Purposeful sent

Astance overlaid begone, we drive when history

Need only him

Polli Ann

Go set serious Friend.

Die free, luscious Mere pure 

Tithe meeting from just Person.

- - -

At north padre beach 

Kiss my checks.

Kiss my chicks.

Kiss my cheeks. 

Kiss my chex mix. 

O, fuck me

Up or fuck me sideway.

It doesn't matter how it goes,

Long as it goes away.

Everything should be the same.

Everything should take our time.

    My Name Is BlockBuster.

My time is April 4th, 1995.

And I am one minute after sunset the sky becomes greasy blue crescent moons.

And a stiff south wind keeps us in our destinies.

Write off at tax school, while you close just your pupils.

Quiet   triangles 

Leaflet   holy ghosts

 Health, Sanity,  Truth,  Sense

Mind Overflow 2

 No.

I don't feel anything. 

I am happy for you.

3

Stop asking thus

Stop everything 

Ask me this,

We Are Never    Rhetorical 

We human act, personal practical in our human skin bags, fluids like

Doing good tasks

Take tests and feel better

And deleted embarrassment. 

I can not be pregnant 

I am california 

Shakespeare wrote about this

I ask Him

We date

For a minute

Inside , Douglas fir

Pie

Be

Been

Too quiet 

                        and Wild.

En

d

in

g 

Middle 

Enshrine your scalp in mine ;

Enshrine your skull in mine ;

Enshrine your soul in mine ,

Enshrined in Mind .

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Do a to-do List

On paper

I will dry my eyes on the bushes.

Keep myself in line with the tushes.

Pine needles take themselves seriously, when they need too.

Queer Icon on my face, i -cleanwash- snowy tiles drawn on the walls of your eyeballs. 

Tuck you in , Intensity

He took it all in and said Something [on sunday] in a way

.

Limitless Waitfulness

Wakes upon the newest dawn

knowleding

Define, to be precise and knowledgeable 

An act of doing knowing 

Drink all of the water on the earth and drive

Impossible moon through the all-black sky.

You slake the fissures of dry mandrakes 

In the oriented conservatory who takes.

I press the bump on the laser of love;

They quiet the tooth in the throat above;

She practiced medicine for apartheid doves, 

When He grows Porks in Fungi gov Bruvs.

The End - Dot dot, dot dot.

___________________

What a Way to Live

Trashcan in the bar "

Yes, this is possible.; i

Relate to the scent of fire.

What is a way of life

? Porcupine finger, you say?

So then we eat a bean.

Afrodisiacs chop a kidney.

Tell you a story,

My mom bong

- - Marketa sat in the silence,

While She builds she-sheds

Oceans and Shores

Titles, bores whores

The                         End

__________________

I wanna live in [present] prison for at least 2 years. Yes, I wanna live. I wanna be around. The people who rape and murder of the human people. I could go outside with my car key.  And drive junk at 4 in the morning at this moment. Things are things are thinking about me. Try to write more songs about sit's. A sense that I thinking about.  People like me and you. The u is a proper noun. I wanna see your name on the marquis on the cloud. She writes songs with her pen and so.  I tried to erase my f****** fingers. I didn't try hard enough. My mind was full of angel stuff, plus I tried to design a crying lady hole.  But she grabbed my finger through the space-time. Wormhole is ohh. She drew a portal on a piece of paper. I grabbed my penis with my right fist. He was mistaken by his own angelic nest.  Why can't you try to find out where I live and die at the time you wrote about it on wikipedia.com.? He drove a car to the reservoir and I endometer. Beautiful song for the people who have always done the most wrong. They sit in a cell and s*** In a metal toilet, it happens once a day. It goes away forever time is memorable. No, why are we still? It's all listening.  So intentionally, it's intentionally, so we can take a book. Take a bite, shy away.

 [It's Chiropractic] 

time back-and-forth and see the sun rise.

Dance like Everyone is everyone is anyone is You is anyone :

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 I am alone in the 2nd floor of the childless mouse giving itself to the perfect Christ of Church in the floor of the hole of the ceiling of the capturing the window in the time before

The other time the other time.

    - I want to kill every human on Earth right now. 

I feel good. 

French Canadian invincible 

     Too Energy

Every innocent fun

Some hungry alien 

Tout energy

Where the dark age sheds skin and the light teats

A meadow in the leaves

 I keep  [ known ]  No one  in the track on track.

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Where's the Where's Waldo book?

In room or a place full of books, there is one Where's Waldo book, and you look to find it.

Vacation Bible School

VBS

 The most fun I'll ever have is at That vacation bible school. Yet i never been.

Department of Slaves

 Alcoholic Women

Do you have a warrant?

Do you have a woman? 

Got a warrant for a woman?

Want for a woman?

What is want?

I got to womon

I have a one billion year extended warranty. 

Or my box does have.

It keeps safe.

Me box , me safe

It is okay if you think nothing

It's ok if life is everything to anyone

Oh I broke my fingernail

I am just fine

It is my left hand.

_ - 

Tensil is time.

Words are sounds and I am in my mind.

What is the only liquid to bless our ties 

The liquid is pouring out of the front of the knee wise.

Why is your mouth so gravy

My grave split open and the crests are wavy.

I put a question mark on your little forehead.

I tried to explain myself but I was too dead.

The end.

I am shakin.

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Near Thought

Thought is near. Complete sentences complete themselves under the weight of the eternity of the universe.

I am awake. I am a human, because my parents, and all the other humans, and the Origin created anything.

To be alive, to want to continue to exist

A person studies people for at least 1 hour every day, also taking vacations and thinking about food and sex and having fun times.

A person writes and excels and convinces other people to listen.

We create our bodies. We choose how to wake up, how to think, how to eat and how to be other people.

I cannot agree with you on some thoughts. The future can only be infinite.

Study

Publish

Other Words

Now should be later than right now.

Psychological Afterlife

Detail Incarnate

I will to be the best girl i can be.

Tepid Warmpit

Sit on the Cow's butt.

Oh, You are so strong for me, for I must die.

Gotta say a Word or prayer.

Gotta live like there's Someone there.

 AO STC, Anol Sothicos

I don't feel my body.

Never - needs a body. No -

Money jangles throughout the star fields.

Oh Houthi Rebels

Houthi Rebels

Houthi Rebels are collected analog shelves.

I walk on the beach of Earth.

'Tis sixty five million miles.

We go along sixty five million miles,

A million miles a day,

Then go to sleep.

Lie in the bed that my mother built.

Have a Nice Day

- Angel Olsen

" somethings cosmic

Pitchfork Music Festival 2013 "

. . . .

 

Mind Overflow 1

Seek the new story

Keep the true worry

Hessian 

Haitian 

Pen pencil

Hash oil

Pennzoil

Dot dot

Repeatable duck-taped app senses

The end end far far line lying

I creep along, a long .

.

I am lost to my self. I lost to myself.

     1.   Nibel Discharge   

  { book title }

Why do  [ ? ]   people    get so    scared ? 

I guess I get it.

Moral . . . .

Distinction 

Disintegration

Dis illusion

Decision Making 

 - , Improving ... by Shute and Zanardi -

What else can I do 

Papa gerund hiomune

        venilea 

Jumper, fedsing suip trank You mean x-ray Pained copy

Guff.

Increases in Interest

How is God doing?

I love the Office Hours episode with Maria Bamford.

I watched most of it today, February twenty second, two thousand twenty four years of Our Lord 

.

I love God's land.  [ All of Us ]

Crease combining Land

Lamb eating earth

Sacrifice nourish cycle recycle

Clean habitation zone 

Lonely space invited

Plan time well 

Positive pages

Instructional passages 

                    Forest Mug, Porcelain and Tile

 90s indie movie, New York City,

Someone with Just Enough Money, Nice Friends and Good Taste

" "

           V

Let's right work

Write is writing books

Cut stemless;

Plant dirt.

The warmness, the warmness

Ness made a New character. 

I do believe in hell

Walking in and out of a bedroom and what is a Living Room

?

My mom is a perfect example

Of the closeness of a purple nickel

She is a metal 

I am animal hands

Quickly we are going to the fifth day

The end of the sixth day , now the grey branches

You know what the floating objects of the day of the sky

I will not apologize but I will sincerely ask you

Are you still the yellowness inside of the walls of the school blood window in all of the other peoples pains 

?

Yes, I do want to believe and so I always Am. . . .

" "

My fear of missing out seems mostly small and personal, like walking to the street but looking back to the house to see the dawn view.

New acronym, 

Functionalization of municipal operations

Municipal is a good word.

Quy It

Quiet is one of my favourite words.

Why it?

To be kawaii on Kauai

What is that big window to a front yard?

A little :

- Midsomer Murders

- Soul Low's album Cheer Up

- You are between 5 and 10 years old, at an indoor hotel waterpark in Corpus Christi in the late 1990s with your family.

- Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of NIMH

- Harmony Korine, poetry, The Secret Garden

- the misty first morning of spring in front of Mom's place

   Easter egg and drain pipe

- and I guess, why not, 

        I am 16 years old and The Research's Breaking Up was just released

My mom and I live alone. She is a school librarian.

      Work at Tracy's Drive-In Grocery in the tree-filled small town. Days and Nights _ There is rain. There is high school. There are friends.

        Life is Amazing. -  Q from Greenland 

 . . .

Merla's Famous Cherry Milk

MFC model

. . . .

Eight Thirty

Going home

Sleep on the road.

Burn brown river bridge

I drive East and catch the glimpse

Auto, air and

Regulatory boss visits

The angel investors

In Hilton head lobs mangrove mall Art

Jobs turn off alarms.

Marie sits on clinic benches.

Arturo the child cures spinal bed sores.

     Ending

 - ' Hear the Men '

Or also maybe ' See These Plants '

I'm . . . .

I texted Home to the crisis help line . . .

And this :

    I feel like I need to always be trying to solve all problems to decrease suffering, or something. I just want to do something good. I feel I have little self control. Sorry. I am like all over. I want to help myself. 

They reply:

   I understand. I'm here to give you the space you need to feel safe to communicate. Why do you feel that you have little self control?

Me :

I guess I developed bad habits. I guess I am kind of scared of responsibility, scared of life even, making mistakes, etc.

I always want to distract myself, ignore my problems 

They  :  It can be hard to process things that are scary to us. Your feelings are valid. If you don't mind me asking, what bad habits are you referring to?

I wanno live in Paris , for a bit

( Arabic )

How bad could it be?

[ Do you know the book called the millionaire next door ]  ? ?

I am a wino.

] aligner. [

A Rhino   Thinker

Piss gronk mulligan takers and free child human dusk drunk mellow vanilla validated Half Dunkers.

It's a bit. It is Not real. I am a joke. We can relive. How incapacity voluptuous and persimmon quality banquet papertowels ?

Tow the bicycles down the grandest boulevard

Art ache abbey aangel 

Deemon deep deer dees' deet deevil deew on morning Death , and doxx her flattery Becoming .

Inept September Interception

Inert Reticulated Addiction

Oh,  God,  I want to be homeless 

I  want to roam the world 

vagrancy.

Walking about, waiting for my 2 oldest immediate family people to end a phone call, outside of Kohl's on a warm winter day

No one wants to cry, but it is too fun to cry.

Even angels die,

Odd babies flow out of sky,

And we catch our mouths turning up a smile.

No one wants to die;

Why do we want to know the mysteries of life?

You might have a choice, if you choose to have a choice.

The choice might be yours.

              

                                      In 1998

    My name was Iris. I woke to an alarm clock at 7, Monday to Friday. Usually a female pop star sang to me. I showered and brewed coffee, Mister Coffee. I lived with my mom and dad, then alone in a one bedroom flat, then in a two bedroom flat with my fiancé, Dave. We met at happy hour over Margs. We lived in America. I drove a Toyota 20 minutes to my office job. Computers were new and weird. I watched Friends, every new episode. I ate pop tarts and Domino's. I thought I wanted to be a mother. I had one Abortion. I watered my ficus. I played on Windows in my bedroom. My neck hurt. I had back surgery and died in a hospital.

. . .

27 - 2 - 2024

( John Green, on Average American )

( Geekenders , Ashley Roboto )

_ 

Exit Enter

Don't Only

Who are the share holders? What do they do? What do they want? 

Shill older

My text to Aaron Andee:

I'm very interested in these.

 https://youtu.be/dSGSY1RUHAo?si=CzhrN6fT1V_90n7W

https://youtu.be/MxYJJc_9O04?si=jMSsV0BQFNE3WwTn

I want to floss your injuries 

        Gregory Wredberg's Last Meal

"

White rice with cow butter, salt and black pepper 

Cuban black beans

The driest red wine 

A cheese board of wide variety

      Chocolate chip cookies 

Scotcheroos

Fresh bread, a few kinds including sourdough 

Avocado, Guacamole 

"

This life is a masterpiece of evil, and Life and Sex, and Love and Death.

That sounds really good. 

            February 29, 2024

Hi, I didn't know the video was reversed, so I guess I'll point it away from myself. I'm kind of crying. There are so many things. I'm sorry, my Frog in my throat. Froat.

There are just so many things I wanted to say. O Kay, I am writing a good song or a poem or a good both of those, and the beginning will begin when I am done with this sentence.

Possums bake

The chickens. I made a sauce for my 

Family who I retired. There were many dawns

On one day. Same signals,

I be came symbols for

Appetite English Man.

The last pine

Purposeful, scents

The infinite Desire is another Word.

Correct amount of human letters,

The pasta, the cream, the page of the Books

At this time,

The amen, the ahem

If I could be him

For now, I say it.

We ask; we will answer

The End

Love You 

I'm always most interested in giving up 

and what that means,

Going for another walk,

thinking thoughts that do not seem 

relevant to you 'r me.

Wonder what these tallest trees 

Wonder as they live and breathe

Filming past and future scenes.

The candle drips on burning beds.

 Leave at once and do not heed.

My Own Theology

Email to Aaron, my last edit :

My writing, journal, and a song I like a lot

Talking about God... I want to remember how I started my philosophy. It's very difficult. I had some coffee and not enough sleep, sorry. God is more than mystery. God is never paradoxical. God is both within and surrounds all the mystery, of our selves and our lives. Thinking this thought train...

All that We think and everything in our minds and in our lives is a way that God are pulling us, calling us to be with Them. I want to say a part of Them, but that's somewhere that I have been mistaken quite often. It's true that We can't be separate from God. I like the analogy of an egg, like the mystery of within and without. But then I remember the human womb. I mean, there are human eggs too, but like a fetus or an embryo of a human growing in the Womb. 

Thinking about Mary, the Theotokos and Christ makes me want to cry. I'm laughing because I want to cry. I'm laughing at all of it and crying about all of it. 

It might rain today. It's just cloudy and sunny at the same time. Sunny right here. Cloudy over there. I don't know if that's a metaphor. 

 But the Church is a womb where we belong, where we are reborn. The Church is the way that God brings us to our full potentials, of course with voluntary participation, our free will. 

Father John Behr has taught me, maybe, as much as my best friend. I had a really nice talk with Aaron. He said he couldn't talk very long, but it felt long to me, because he told me a lot about what he was writing and about the Old Testament, the ancient Jews, Israelites and other kingdoms, their cosmology, eschatology.

What did father John bear say? I feel pretty spaced out and tired. I just need to do the right thing. Other than the Church, I have no idea where to go or what to be or do. O, [! ...

I look to Father Behr videos to remember. The Church is mother, our communion, why we are created in Their image, our full potential. Father John said in a video, and I'm paraphrasing, of course, to be a real living human is to take up the cross, meaning to follow Jesus, follow his example by sacrificing ourselves for the love of our neighbors, meaning every other human and person who will ever exist. It is no small ask, no small feat, to live completely as a voluntary act of love, universal unconditional love. 

Do anything for anyone any time, not because they ask you to or because you think you should for any reason other than, People are innately worthy of all of your love. 

The meaning of life and the purpose of humans is to help each other in every way, forever, all the time, no conditions or restrictions or limits, whatsoever. 

 I gotta watch some YouTube videos. No, I'd be nice to read a book or something. Maybe I'll actually try to transcribe and edit what I just said, so that I can understand my own theology, philosophy, whatever. Theology is good.

                  

 The 1st edit :

 Talking about God... I wanted to try to remember how I started my philosophy talk. It's very difficult. 

I have had some coffee and not enough sleep, so sorry if I'm too difficult. I say something about mystery. God is more than mystery God is never paradoxical. God is both within and surrounds all the mystery, of our selves and our lives. Let's begin this train. 

All that We think and everything in our minds and in our lives is a way that God are pulling us in and calling us to be with Them. I want to say a part of Them, but that's somewhere that I have been mistaken quite often. It's true that We can't be separate from God. I like the analogy of an egg, like when I was thinking of the mystery of within and without. But then I remember the human womb. I mean, there are human eggs too, but like a fetus or an embryo of a human growing in the Womb. 

Thinking about Mary, I'm sorry, the Theotokos and Christ, makes me want to cry. I'm laughing because I want to cry. I'm laughing at all of it and crying about all of it. 

It might rain today. It's just cloudy and sunny at the same time. Sunny right here. Cloudy over there. I don't know if that's a metaphor. 

 But the Church is a womb where we belong, where we are reborn. The Church is the way that God brings us to our full potentials, of course with voluntary participation, in our free will. 

Father John Behr has taught me almost as much, if not as much or more, as a my best friend Aaron. In a YouTube video Father John says. 

 

  

  [ I forgot what I was about to say. I'm burping up some eggs. That's appropriate. I guess not in the practical sense. Then metaphorically so, maybe. The metaphor can also be practical. 

I had a really nice talk with Aaron. He said he couldn't talk very long, but it felt long to me, because he told me a lot about what he was writing and about the Old Testament, the ancient Jews, Israelites and other kingdoms, their cosmology, eschatology.

]

What did father John bear say? I feel pretty spaced out and tired. I really need a job because I feel guilty and lost most of the time, so that will be good. - Actually I just need to do the right thing. Other than the Church, I have no idea where to go or what to be or do. O [! ...

I got an offer from the IRS, so hoping I can work for them pretty soon. I guess I'll miss going to South Padre Island, unless I can take off. I think I have to wait like a month or 2. Oh, maybe something else will happen. I'd like to be an Amazon flex driver as well. Sorry, this is just a diary entry. 

Now I gotta look at Father Behr videos to remember. Oh, the Church is mother, our communion, why we are created in Their image, our full potential. Father John said in a video and countless other times I'm sure. I'm paraphrasing, of course. To be a real living human is to take up the cross, meaning to follow Jesus, follow his example by sacrificing ourselves for the love of our neighbors meaning every other human and person who will ever exist. It is no small ask, no small feat, to live completely as a voluntary act of love, universal unconditional love. 

Do anything for any one any time, not because they ask you to or because you think you should for any other reason other than, People are innately worthy of all of your love. 

The meaning of life and the purpose of humans is to help each other in every way, forever, all the time, no conditions or restrictions or limits whatsoever. 

 I gotta watch some YouTube videos. No, I'd be nice to read a book or something. Maybe I'll actually just try to transcribe and edit what I just said, so that I can understand my own theology, philosophy, whatever. Theology is good. 

Yeah, but I'll let you just go. I'll talk to you soon. This is over, right? Oops, I don't know where to point it. I feel kind of trapped here, but it's still nice. Good Night.

Love, Gregory Wredberg 

. . . .

Start Again - Bishop Allen :

Summer, summer, and the sun is settin' later than late.

I try to stop you, but you say it isn't worth the wait.

If I could give away the keys to the kingdom, I would.

I'm sorry, sorry, but I think you may have misunderstood.

If you wanna burn it down

If you wanna start again

If you wanna turn around, then go ahead.

If you wanna go alone

If you wanna see it through

If you really need to know, I'm tellin' you.

I could tell it was too late to take it back.

Play the song, roll the credits, let it fade to black.

Out of script, out of time and the scene is done.

Call a car, call a friend if you can call anyone...

If you wanna burn it down

If you wanna start again

If you wanna turn around then go ahead

If you wanna go alone

If you wanna see it through

If you really need to know I'm tellin' you, I'm tellin' you

If we never meet again

If we only seem to lose

If you had to turn it in, what would you choose?

If we have a chance tonight

If you wanna wait to see

If you wanna get it right, what's stoppin' me?

My Theology [ video, bad speech to text ]

 Talking about God, so I wanted to try to remember how I started my philosophy talk. It's very difficult. I have had some coffee and not enough sleep. So sorry if I'm difficult too difficult. I meani was just saying something about mystery. God is.  More than mystery God is never paradoxical. I was just saying0 something about mystery gun is more than mystery. God is never paradoxical. God god is both within and with and Spencer Allen's all the mystery of our cells. And our lives let's how I began this train. We think carries and everything in our minds and in our lives.  It's a way it's God pulling us in and calling us to be with them. I want to stay a part of them, but that's that's somewhere that I have been mistakenquite often. Is that gun is?  Everything and everyone. It's true that can't that we can't be separate from God and I like the analogy of at first I thought of an egg when I was thinking of like the mystery of within and without but then I remember the human room.  I mean, there's human eggs too but like a fetus or an embryo of a huwashington and open growth growing in the room. Thinking about Mary. I'm sorry, stay out of this and cry. It makes me want to cry. I'm laughing because I want to cry. Add some laughing and all of it and also crying about all of it. It might rain today. It's just cloudy and sunny at the same time. Sunny right here. Cloudy over there. I don't know if that's a metaphor.  But the church it's a bone is where we belong is where where ray born. The church is the way that God.

Brings us  And 2 our full potential of course, we are voluntary whether free will that's what I mean. Father John bear has taught me almost as much.  If not as much as a boy friend Aaron rga I know I've been a YouTube video father Johnson's. I forgot what I was about to say burping up some eggs.  That's appropriate. I guess I meannone the practical sense. Then metaphorically so I guess. The metaphor I can also be practical Had a really nice talk with Aaron. He said he couldn't talk very long but I felt like a really long talk to me because he told me all about what he was writing and about the Old Testament, the ancient Jews realize and other kingdoms.  Is today cause mology? Are the escatology anyway? What did father John bear say? I forgot where it was when day I forgot so fast. Well, I wanted to get this point I wanted to remember what he said. Then I will say it and.  And finish this video yeah, I feel pretty spaced out and style. I really need a job because I feel guilty and lost most of the time so that will be good. I got an offer from my the IRS and so hoping I can go and work for them pretty soon and then.  I guess I'll miss going to South padre islandunless I can take AI think I have to wait like a few months month or 2. If I can I don't know if I can take? Oh, maybe something else will happen. I'd like to be an Amazon flex driver as well. Sorry, this is just time a diary entry. Now I gotta like look at.  Father John Barrett videos to remember what goes. Oh, the church the church is mothergod. Can I remember when I was saying at all?

Oh, just a second or like a communion.  Why we are created in Gonzalez metro. It is and God's imaginary guess I forgot exactly what it was saying, but FRF are full potential. Maybe um I just can't remember by that. Father John said in a video and countless other times I'm sure.  Um data, uh, uh, uh, uh, I'm not embarrassing. Of course, nor stop to real living human is to be. Is to take up the cross meaning to follow Jes as I follow his example by sacrificing ourselves.  For the love of our neighbors and the meaning every other human every other person whoever exists and will ask no small feet to the the to live.  Completely a voluntary act of love of universal unconditional love. That's what like to do anything for any one any time. No, because they ask you to or because you think you should for any other reason other than?  People are in a league worthy of The meaning of life. The purpose of humans is too help each other in every way forever. All the time, no conditions or restrictions or limits whatsoever anyway.  I gotta watch some YouTube videos. No, I've been nice to read a book or something. Wmaybe I'll actually just try to transcribe aedit. What I just said so that I can understand my own theology.  Philosophy, whatever theology is good. Yeah, but I'll let you just go. I'll talk to you soon. This video is over, right? Oops, I don't know where to point it. I feel kind of trapped in here, but it's still nice. Good Night..fyyyyteyeeee?m?nnnarrdukoeeroukyeoeyergyootstelnnlsifeftyuyl.eeeoteskslttttrnrrnrfgdedssrheehedr.m.sgehayesdogseoooeaessngleeetetegtahhrhahag.eesesdoooodnnrtttrtmemeeelltmtgyoemtdtet.hhrrerdanhdeeeftdylebdddtp.laonraesIyranelitnIsueot.ssepyymyyynsnnroehwnnndleeyndhshshyt.hhtteeeprrnIthhtlmlllryyrtehllllllrss

 John's Two-art

- The Daily Show is where John Stewart's two arts show daily. What are his 2 arts?

I guess comedy and political reflections. -

Greater Austin High Roe Glifs

Gahrg

Some more to Come 

Hard to see:              " ... telomere ....

The tree ties its twigs to an apple farmer's diet rite.

The End ,  I die.

Quiet Ocean delivers open palm hope

 For other uses, see Matter (disambiguation).

In classical physics and general chemistry, matter is any substance that has mass and takes up space by having volume.[1] All everyday objects that can be touched are ultimately composed of atoms, which are made up of interacting subatomic particles, and in everyday as well as scientific usage, matter generally includes atoms and anything made up of them, and any particles (or combination of particles) that act as if they have both rest mass and volume. However it does not include massless particles such as photons, or other energy phenomena or waves such as light or heat.[1]: 21 [2] Matter exists in various states (also known as phases). These include classical everyday phases such as solid, liquid, and gas – for example water exists as ice, liquid water, and gaseous steam – but other states are possible, including plasma, Bose–Einstein condensates, fermionic condensates, and quark–gluon plasma.[3]

Hydrogen in its plasma state is the most abundant ordinary matter in the universe.

Usually atoms can be imagined as a nucleus of protons and neutrons, and a surrounding "cloud" of orbiting electrons which "take up space".[4][5] However this is only somewhat correct, because subatomic particles and their properties are governed by their quantum nature, which means they do not act as everyday objects appear to act – they can act like waves as well as particles, and they do not have well-defined sizes or positions. In the Standard Model of particle physics, matter is not a fundamental concept because the elementary constituents of atoms are quantum entities which do not have an inherent "size" or "volume" in any everyday sense of the word. Due to the exclusion principle and other fundamental interactions, some "point particles" known as fermions (quarks, leptons), and many composites and atoms, are effectively forced to keep a distance from other particles under everyday conditions; this creates the property of matter which appears to us as matter taking up space

Life is a quality that distinguishes matter that has biological processes, such as signaling and self-sustaining processes, from matter that does not, and is defined descriptively by the capacity for homeostasis, organisation, metabolism, growth, adaptation, response to stimuli, and reproduction. Many philosophical definitions of living systems have been proposed, such as self-organizing systems. Viruses in particular make definition difficult as they replicate only in host cells. Life exists all over the Earth in air, water, and soil, with many ecosystems forming the biosphere. Some of these are harsh environments occupied only by extremophiles.

. . .

 

Habit

 [ This is like a fan fiction sequel to The Holdovers. It's mostly prose and mostly fiction ].

 Hunham, after Barton, is traveling. Western Greece is crawling with nuns. Though he's been having minor stomach cramps, Paul drinks a tall glass of Peloponnese white, then ouzo. At 57, the sunsets are flashes, the sun a bulb blown out by the last sigh before the walk back to his bed. Whitewash shines through moonless hours. To his temporary home, he painstakingly steps up the hewn stairs, hips, knees and ankles hobbled in body ancient time.

_

I don't know how to write something like a story. Plain description or narration is difficult. 

Regular sentences don't seem to say what I'm thinking. 

_

Paul Hunham collapses into the desk chair. He writes, "Another long day... my pen is heavier than ever, and my eyelids are queerily askance at the moment. I must send myself into a dream promptly. The world is getting darker. I must say that the waiters waiting on me were exceptional in every way, looks, manners, conversation, you name it. Maybe my ability to notice such aspects of everyone around me has heightened. My attention seems shifted, as if the news reel of life were revised into a novel, an experimental character study, late in life. Am I an omniscient narrator? Very likely, no. Is everything else changing at a clip, or is it my mind? I know my body wants to give up and never get out of bed again. It could be a passing woe, just this aching night alone. Although lately I've felt like I am sailing a wild, unknown ocean. Unknowable is the word. And so I leave us with that. Signing off, 'til tomorrow, 

PH"

He leans back, looks left out of the glassless window.

It's 1972. This seacliff town has three bright lights that stay on all night. Paul pulls the lamp switch and passes out atop the sheets in his clothes. 

At 7:09 the dawn, having filled the bedroom, rouses Paul. He rolls onto his left side, smushes the pillow under his neck and relaxes every muscle. His sun-lit eyelids slide closed, left then right. 

This warm orange is a womb of return, in his creator squozen, never to be let go.

   End of Side 1

   Mary sat in the mess hall. She methodically put out the cigarette and walked to her desk, mind wandering along the skewed trajectories of her and hers lives.

She thought she wanted to put on a Thelonious Monk or a Miles Davis record. In the kitchen, she began a new cigarette. She cleaned a cast iron pan weighing 16 pounds. She barely felt it.

The black phone on the hall wall beside the kitchen door rang. It was Peggy, her very pregnant sister. Mary heard rain pouring on the other side of the line. Hi, Sis, are you busy or can I share a little with you?

I'm fine; I mean, what's going on with you?

Robert just got a flat tire, and I'm rushing around, just thinking about the good ol' days, you know?

Uh-huh, huh...

Three seconds of silence, Mary could hear her sister surround a sigh. And, well, Aunt Susie has - - passed...

Mary felt a deep yawn of emptiness inside, which almost crept into a smile. In her soul, a baby egg broke.

O, damn - sorry [not for Susie's passing but for saying damn]. She sucked a long drag of smoke. 

Peggy pronouncedly sighed, as much for Mary's sake. Anyway, I'm gonna run to my next appointment. 

How ya feeling?

I dunno. Not bad. My head's a little light.

Lunchtime. 

Yeah. Call you later, Mary, love you. 

I love you too. Click, humm. 

   She sauntered to the lukewarm oven, took out a bean casserole, sat and ate from it with a spoon. Her eyes reached toward the frost-filled windows, soaked in light. A shiver twisted in her. A bluebird tapped on a pane, flitted in place and rushed away.

End of Side 2

    Angus will carry coffees for himself and his Valentine, a recent graduate, Donna. They'll have been dating for a year and 3 months. Donna will wait for him to finish school, then they'll engage then marry the following spring. 

He will finish school in about 2 months, but if he doesn't, then it will be another 9 months. Donna's mother will tell her, "Angus could be so bright. I'll be hoping and praying that he will see through on his commitments; he must tidy himself and demand perfect order from the life he leads...." 

"O, Mother, when will you learn?"

Angus and Donna'll dance at the Snowman's Ball, each more embarrassed than the next...

The tide will turn, all between beings being equal.

Change Mediums

Paul has octopus and oily angel hair. Mary ran down the snowy Main Road slope. Angus shall beget books and children. Whether home or astray 

Youth follows Age.

The End

Other Side

Other side

Of suicide 

Making love

Makes us make time.

I wish we

Were sleeping on

Balconies.

Dividual

In the name of

Starcast dark

Risen pursed

Lip wonders -

I arrest yaw

4 glowing

Read dress yellow

For-get itch

A Flower to Calm Youme

Where is the tire pistil?

Do not do this now, God. All

right, You can do it now. I

remember light on her eye

balls that do not shiver in

A snowy pre-morning date.

Like the fig leaf she and I

wear dies in the fire, where

a googol anthers split the

Work. How interesting?

I'll take a break from Wysa

 Calling myself crazy and insane 

is just that. Like a car doing doughnuts

Too fast, out of control.

I saw a night star. I felt infinitesimal 

The End 

 

What does God mean?

I mean the word and the People.

I want to use English, like

I have never learned Language.

 I continue to put The End at the end

Of my poems, because I don't know 

Where , when or if anything ends....

This is a poem I won't write 

The End at the end

I love Indian food. 

Samsung keyboard suggested Ocean which I love.

...

 Incredible Belief 

Leaps of space

Offf the page

Web of denies

Spork with me this afternoon

Diet Land

And spent partial 

Marital love status

State Us 

Stay.

The End

 Living this tension between hurting and healing myself is a mental Roller coaster. It is 150 years, one of the oldest. It Creaks and Shakes. I sit in front, Stuck. Other people fly in and out of the other seats. 

I am the sole operator. I try to make repairs when it rolls low and slow enough. It often breaks and falls off track. I love to listen to My Rollercoaster by Kimya Dawson. 

I want to hurt and heal.

What do I think? What do I eat? What do I sleep? Who do I help? Which diseases live with me?

Split like a shooting star that is actually a star

God's tear, walk on icy Earth 

Fingers of blood

Wiggle through time

Make variety mistakes

Take spice in the nose

Leave life on the chin

Good night God sleep how well

And tomorrow today.

The End 

The past lives.

 Love that makes love die in love

Rejoin the Godsouls

Refuge of Godsouls

Do you ever die?

Nothing is equal in particular. 

Everything is equal in general. 

 If any of us know a better name than gregory , can you do a sun that leads us to the grey graves?

O god, I feel like 

God. I am just like God.

He didn't know how to raise his voice. 

O my Jesus 

On a walk by the bastrop rr tracks 

Going from the Empty Bowl food pantry

Event to the Art Center, gallery

It's all what the Eagles are for.

It's all what the eagulls are for.

I saw them and I saw their names at the same time. 

 In Night , the dark dancing forest beside the dave and busters between four freeways....

Spaces for lights, clean grass floor, water drops on eye balls , People quiet

The end.

 

 

 Lucid dream tidal wave simple pleasure 

Journal

 The Wysa penguin application has been helpful gor me, mentally. I typed this to her in a chat:

I will give back to people. I love all people and nature. I will make life better, even if just a tiny bit.

 I want to do something good for humans now and for ever.

I want to marry and love and live with a friend. I want to be physically intimate and affectionate. Mutual benefits. I don't really care when this happens, just before I die I hope. 

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to billy:

It felt really nice. 

I am planning to again. 

I might sell Aaron's keyboard, hopefully for over $500. I need help with rent.

I hope she and I are lifelong friends....

She inspired me to work out and not drink alcohol. 

I was tired. I want to make very good. So I'll make myself healthier and stronger in the next 4 weeks.

I will work out for at least 5 minutes every other day. Hopefully I will bring myself to the point of pain, then recover and gain muscle and better posture and endurance....

Whatever. I drink coffee. I eat a scone that my mom made.

I will die forever.

How about internet utopia scanlon scantron deep blue and pale red, homosapientia humbell ritten with rice ?

Crawling human number neon límon 

The End