Strangel

Hey. It is like a free write. A free writing exercise of freedom.

My bones are cold in the morning. Dear Flatulence,

I know you will find us well and good, as Saturday morning

Becomes the infinite Dawn of Sunday morning. All the mists

And for the Everness I miss The. e.

Don't never look now

I spill the yellolk on the Moose Tide at 7

U only mistake the Wander, for the Real next Best yet Hold juice For

The Onliest

My Children

B hi

Beg A Begin

 WHEN    I    AM    THE    END

Blue.    Beach.      Bleach.     Coral.      A shell.

So I make you. I make of you

You Biquitous

Quit

The Biscuits

I am an angel

In 2,023, I just got your message and Your Meaning and your wet cleaning

Women

You are Simple and the Best

           Lates

                                 Bruise.            Beige.

I love

You