Wonderful women sleeping in their floods,

Money makes us come;

For every loss we forgive, 

Singular facts, pussies fall onto our faces. 

Heroes come and go;

The beginning of the end begins again. 

Why don't we forget how fortunate we could be?

Freedom comes at a cost at every cent and every beginning. 

Sleep inside your forgetfulness; the sun has begun to burn your toes;

Your toenails are goblins in the fucking Demon souls.

The feelings have begun again; you have to reconcile 

the Singular forgetting of beginning what is wrong with you,

Fecking wives shingles on your tingle toes

I don't forget what you have become 

Why don't you follow me to the beginning and forget the....

https://youtu.be/IZtQacGIt6I

Home Again Last Day 2,022: U.S. and the Holocaust

I held fire

Greeness gold redacted unboldened belied

My belief ingrained a fallen wald from dung forgone..

To be gel,, slick flog

I love everyone doing thinking believing Nothing told to them.

HERE again

 True!

Free from People 

I love you

Dream come true

The scheme dies in the trees above the Church

Blood and Love and Jezus and Xhrist

I only want

the end of All Your suffering

systematic Murder

Liquidation of Thee Beautiful Peoples 

I only wish I could handle the hands

Take and forget

Grab grapple neutralize Perfection

Send First warning weather Letters

A long Ago. Director of immigration, belonging accepted begun

The In

 

I don't get tired

of infinity. 

Make my choice

have to live with me. 

Weird Al rode a weird tiger into the mist of Cthulu's dead head party concert. 

We must have lived a thousand more days, because she washed our necks with a giraffe's tooth.

Can you see my finger-lickin' good follicle rain?

I must have shedded out what I thought was your illegalitarian brain.

Woke up when I was Ruth's Bader Ginsberg, probably didn't know where she could buy

a watch to tell the time.

It got too late and she was eatin' an uncooked raw steak, and it took more years than zero.

I for got how to tell my drum how to beat itself when it was a child.

AFTRNÜN

 First album: 

You Shouldn't Be Messing with the Bones of the Dead

1. You Shouldn't Be Messing with the Bones of the Dead

2. Doktor

3. Presbyterian Witnesses

4. Blöd Diämünd in the Cairn

5. I Allow Only Mirth to Ruin Apocrasy

6. Systematic Bond

7. Overflow Kill Gïzzzzum

8. Hunty

9. Unity, Practicality, Oneness, Drum

Kit's Mana's Secret

 It's stupid the way you [and I] stay inside,

When it's nice outside, if you [or i] have a 

Jacket or a coat on,

If you take a codeine, 

If you eat a Cordon blue.

 Something to do on Christmas Eve 

Something to eat with my family 

Eat something to eat on my Family. 

Love Jesus God on God Jesus eve

God is a piece of wood 

the Morning Sun is painted on.

 Glory has a kid with union benefits. 

My eggs die if they eat 100 degrees of Barry Levinson, resorbing the zygote permeably, permanent once more.

Blasphemy in the Highest grades tests on a one to one scale, 2 questions long form body aches stress to relax.

The End

Time Bomb

Float in the ethernet....

_ .

 

_____________ .

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The Wood, the Wizard, the Tower, the Raven, the Knight

A plain painted land, few green 40 foot trees, short frail pale grasses, the tower overlooks, oversees in the greyish worried skies, no sea in sight.

The cloak brushes the grounds around the wizard feet, swift or slow, beating Time.

The dangerous dagger is ready to point its steadily waving blade tip, shiny and black, in the knight's tight grip.

Ever the raven soars and swoops knowingly but tells tales dark and foreboding. 

Remembeing Seeing

  Remember when you tried to teach me what seeing  Really is  ?

You don't see with eyes or brain or light.

 It's all mind.

A cover

 

Supposed to be " nother Cover "

 ASMR question my date of birth? 

70 million o clock, 70 million a.d.

Sarah Lavender

O. Shit.

I had too much Kahlua vodka. I'm a perfect human Cunt. I wanna sleep inside Witchita, Kansas. I'm a perrfect sleepy little fucking gnome, inside of a gnome's garden. I wanna sleep like an elf in a faerie. I'm a chicken leaving its own filth under the Books.

Books have read them  selves. I wanna find Joe Biden's moniker on his top shelph. He is fucking stupid, and I wanna cut his legs and his penis off.

Okay, here goes my song for today. It makes me make sense somehow, okay.

Blueberry spice, nobody could be worried about Him. Watch them eat their own lice. They could only fucking find themselves. Blueberries and fingerbanging make them a human allegory.

I'm a sleepy fondling person, who could do better at all times. Someone makes mistakes, as they don't realise how many times they wanna drink herbal tea.... So we gotta go down the highway to the storage facilities. They make our come taste like electric blueberries.

Why don't you find my Face on the electric time zone, who you lost, when we all tried to be better for the girl who was born; she didn't try to be born; she was just born,

and everyone else came inside everyone else

and we just died

The End {:

Good Graveyard

Room for the kids

Playing for their minds

To wander through time.

Love dissolves their freedom.

It can't be more perfect.

Really

What is my role in God's Mind?

Hard Hard Hard Hard Hard

 

I m gonna listen to Nature Boy [self-titled album] so hard tomorrow. 

Gonna Get Hard like a Prisoner. So hard I can hardly see strait.

When I drive a boat on the sea scape,

I surely do die, jellyfish and sharks inside my body,

Blowin' up like a racecar drivin' into the Sun.

Amazon Prime Drivers

Little Saint Nicholas bereft helb nebulous drift youth waIver piss directive

Okay, now we are glad to be gone, they are gone with us.

Fracturing the time between your optic nerve and your pupil, at 7:56 p.m. she it is full dark, most killing moist to touch y Feel,

As the Banana peels, so blood minÜte doctor findings direct green 20th Century false O-bjectives, granular triangle

In the Cozy 55 room megaplex, Diana astride nimble queers husks tiny ass derivatives

The document shall clarify, duress under stateandlocal laws

44 Miles per hours in fewer than 10 moments

I prostate myself at the Alter of Girlous dream Beings

Prorated business building hubris for hero whoreship

I ban forgetful gross nin cum poops

To You you banish bashfull nannies.

Unbecoming Face Light Michlee O-Bama

Gan the yellow Quest

Do You know?> {

More mtgination

 A Regular Rogue      1 r

Creature - Human Rogue

2/2

A Tuf Nimmuc       2gg

Creature - Beast

2/8

Родіонъ Романовичъ Раскольниковъ {Rodya}     wurbrg

Legendary Creature Planeswalker - Raskolnikov

+ 2: Destroy target creature. Discard a card at random.

- 1: Target creature and {Rodya} gain shroud and indestructible until the end of the next turn.

- 9: Exile all creatures and graveyards. 

0/9

Loyalty 1

Girl Friend Queen

 Hey, Life on Earth, I wanna be you girlfriend.

Sweet Life on Earth, I wanna be you girlfriend.

[i am a boy]

[to the tune of Ramones - I wanna be your boyfriend]

If I were Qween of Earth, the only Alcohol would be the most expensive/time-consuming to craft and lovingly, of each kind (wine, whiskeyies, et cetera) so that there is only 1 bottle per million people 

and Alcohol consumption is always responsible and enjoyed,

5 - ^{thought}

Decagons and pentagons ordinate

personal science

of how you can do better for yourself.

I wanna be Pop.

They all say we are mixed up with God, but

They Live Inside us

all. Come pray about the worst you ever

had. Maybe sin will

Forgive the sinner, blown out like water

institutionalised, perfect faces Lung.....

 

My Ayula Playtest

A vlog in 5 parts

 

I accidentally deleted the last part

[>

Happy Psyclo

O corse I did say something about God 

They can be anything and everything 

The High Point

 

Ego-youthful

Friday, November 2, 2018

The High Point

I was killed by my body.
I lost most of my blood.
My brain needed chemicals
to make sense to do good.

A guy shot a bullet at
my head. I thought about
how I could react for the
sake of an Earth: Breathe. Shout.

I put both Earths together,
mirrors to love better,
each on top of the other.
Build House, Child Letter.

I think they will find me, now.
Think fast. Outlast. Repeat.
Reverse the worst choices they
made for you, You, Complete.



inspired by the film 22 July

[

the rhyme scheme of this is

A

B

C

B

D

E

F

E

G

H

G

H

I

J

K

J

2 inside out shirts

 Shakespeare at Winedale

Bastrop Public Library from the 90s

 

Accept

 O

We all live in Human Society

                       Human Society

Human Society

I am just a little Human :

Nothing bothers me except my own life. 

I M just a little Human ;

Nothing bothers me: 

Accept my own life.

Tale

Yellow Atlas Kitchen Rug

 

Home

 Who's gonna die 1st?

When we all die, will we all die at the same time?

Who's gonna die at all? Who will die at all?

When we all die at the same time,

the sun burns the sky's eyes,

no more forests left to sleep in.

The ocean was always a creeper.

Will there be a black hole?

Will your soul be at home with God?

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 I was sea-rching for tsetse flies.

I got a bite on my butt. Worried a bug may be in my bed.

I like in sects. Except ones that are too scary or painful or bad for people.

I only came up with mosquitoes, fleas, ticks, earwigs, bot flies and giant murder hornets.

I looked up worms which led me to caterpillars  (: moths

Isabella tiger moth

Pyrrharctia isabella – Isabella Tiger Moth (14842796231).jpg

Adult

Pyrrharctia isabella - Caterpillar - Devonian

 Fossil Gorge - Iowa City - 2014-10-15 - image 1.jpg

Woollybear caterpillar

Scientific classificationedit

Kingdom:

Animalia

Phylum:

Arthropoda

Class:

Insecta

Order:

Lepidoptera

Superfamily:

Noctuoidea

Family:

Erebidae

Subfamily:

Arctiinae

Genus:

Pyrrharctia

Species:

P. isabella

Arctic is Greek for Bear??

Design

 This is just like pain or pleasure, how we are designed by Nature or Other

Just how we are, how we live.

We are a single cell, we suck life from inside our mother.

We grow into a small body with a big brain.

We are born, breathe then continue to suck life from our mother or other.

We are hungry, we eat. Tired we sleep. We share with people.

We fear, we run. We love, we hold. We hit puberty, have sex, procreate.

(Start over)

We raise kids. We die.

No Body Knows

Goodbye's a pile of Snow

Ethan's wrong about Stones

They fall to Earth prey to Gravity

Ever Smaller.

I like to God we liken

Our Likeness, made of colder precip;

Weather Girl, Don't Hide.

Eaten White Soap, mad for Moments

Diet religious prospector, deed gains

Open prostrate bellowing HellLayLieuYa

I guess facts predispose the wonder

Fallacy of tattle tells Bursted by Infallibility

Try to scribble an icy message.

Watery grave on table top missions,

Suspect Cornelius about all the Niches

I want Your Love in all Opinions....

facebook profile pic is from The Snowy Day by Keats

 Let's just type my thoughts or something. This will be a diary journal entry of Good Enough to Know Older Greg Blog. Now it is 10:20 a.m. like the Spoon song. I wrote a haiku this morning about God with the line A spoon in the hand, and I have no idea why.

I want this to look neat and nice. I am eternally grateful for computers and internet. I drank vodka this morning. It is stupid, unhealthy. I feel anxious still. I turn 33 years old today. Life is really funny, except I feel guilty for not saving lives and curing diseases or what not.

My mother bought 5 tickets to Avatar: Way of Water. I do not care at all, but it should be nice and easy. I have a little insomnia. I am addicted to ASMR and mfc. I think I will order hummus and veggies at Alamo. I look forward to their buttery popcorn.

Kit wants to buy me Magic cards for my birthday. It is a dungeon deck. Everything is just okay. I walked in Mabel Davis just after Sunrise, feeling very beautiful.

I wrote a greeting card to Aaron and Andee. I asked mom to bring me a stamp. 

This will be the end. I need to practice good posture {: i love you too much....

 Write some more haikus!

Some times will appear to fly

Suns mould their fire so

He is God and God - -

I'm nothing but anything

- - is red blood Wine Stain.

Practice a Format.

I believe in my lived lives.

Juice Leaves /\ sun bruise homes . . . .

4th Final

I was alone so often I would say 

Someone help us, please. 

God throughout the cosmos act different.

A spoon in the hand

I want to b the 4th person of the

Trinity. Waxing

at 21 o'clock the western hum-

an intelligence,

Parking a foot to lead postmaturely,

Conversational pleasance reminder

jumble

 The italic hermit wiggles out a sketch askew on a squash

a cashew squash

i spelt aschew wrong

what a silly sentence

o well i set my sights high and low and very mediocre

the end [:

3rd Decapenta

Across the water the unconscious light

Being in time staid

Carouse to be said feed vent toast bacon

Tickling a tick named 

Ling pooh bears dye from overexposure

I silent on you

Personal places Erinn T. misses

Pushed out to sea on 

A Lake wider than all your years combined

Propositioning scent sent a sinned cent

Second Decapenta Sleep Meditation Dream

I like choosing and using Sleep and Dream:

both nouns and verbs seem

to be working toward infinite goals.

Eat dead fawns, ride foals,

Everything is so expensive but our

lives meekly matter.

Waiting rune, days end soon; who

chooses the Batter?

A sleeping criminal, bouncing baby

criminalises the Question Maybe.

  She said don't try to force any thoughts into your mind or out of your mind.

 I wonder how to force a thought into my mind. Here I go: I want to think about how to make today better than it would have been had I not thought about how to make today better.

 Did I force that thought or did it force itself or did someone else force it into me ?

she is ally of asmrrequests

Question Kus

There will come soft rains

is by Ray Bradbury, yes,

must you always ask?

Soft rains evenly

float, coat all diameters

breaststroke the oven?

Better not to rhyme,

even eggy loaves do not

rhyme with anything?

Inspire me to

day comes light comes birth comes fleece

Death out of pocket.

Sleep Meditation Dream

You are the peacock on the garden wall.

Which way will you fall?

Beach pebbles sprinkle you with Goddess tears.

How many men live here?

You wish you were a mountain long and tall.

Winter breaks your fall.

Alone and speaking, our time listens and hears.

Cosy Rooms and Fear

Once you live inside yourself, live again;

Regenerated Lizard Tail: No Pain

 Worlds of ghosts

Missing on purpose 

I populated Michigan with little pinky fingers 

Miami octupled the northern Peter best of all no one mounted sage.

I actually umpire realistic fire retards under olive auspices to rate Tom boy tirade moonscapes , full of bread.

Hunger feline mistook folded within our bloody gusto

Miracle Fade

Lime and tree and roosters and Crow.

Eat my Christmas 

I am scantily 

Flavor skein "

Advice and Reassurance from Mothers 

"

The End God

Feel that warm cracking? 

Grapple with Graupel with Gregory

 

Ha!

It's a TV or Computer series in which Gregory explains graupel confusedly and gives bad advice on weather 

To Weather

Something may be This.

I wanna be a 55 year-old white woman from Austin, Texas or Richmond, Virginia. I work 40 hours a week, an unusual schedule. I at times get home at 10 a.m. I took the bus. I live at a place like Travis Park on Oltorf, a decent and clean one-bedroom. I dream of having children like my sister or brother. I write stories about rural Texas middle school kids who solve white-collar crimes and get strait A pluses. 

I was born in the early 1950s or the 2000s.

I work admin at a military site or a nuclear energy site, usually easy and boring.

My name is probably Cheryl or Portis or Tanya.

 

3:09

Does thou feel my face pouring on the laying on of hammers in the pores of the cells of the poorest little life Factor, herbal remedies, old mother aunt uncle fetus.

Please piece together the sanctimonious heart-filled blood fire of thine own Crimson fate leave Thou on summer times broken finest China little fork Soil of the planet Earth cry babies talking Woman Motion cancel tire the mooniest flood stage acting like a father son holy matters Presence of The End.

I took a shower. {I don't know why I said that. I actually took a bath.} My mind was on whatever my feet feel inside the flip flops.

Ground is harder than the soft dirt of my life before.

My teeth drip like my lips stick to my fingertips.

I water the lawn regularly. Time becomes an object of subjectivity.

Weed the barrier of my eyelid holes.

Waiting on Former Person, my hood blinking like schweater vests, keep me safe with your little lessons, your test of faith, your testament will bring me into your mind's heart.

Think Nothing of It

Health

inform

kitten

engulf

intact

ironic

I was a mere photograph of Health, being only 19 years of age. I could think little of the Heroes beside, inside, before and beyound me...

To inform the kitten would take all the scientific bravado and technological resources known to us and our kind. Kindly the cat kingdom opposed nothing, but Thumbs.

In the water, brains cannot help but slip under, as the bleeding noble sea creatures engulf our minds of After.

The intact words seem ironic until definitions place ceilings on tables and freeze the homely dusty dicey diced Friezes, when time looks Back.

ThE ENd

   Why are we houses on the green lips of this Canyon?

Not as deep as Grand,

Long as the river, Shallow Sea

To rain of years,

Fall out of your mouth, a tear,

Soda Water, beef tripe.

Slope

tentoone

White slid wall

okay ingenious, brown day.

We drawn Vertical Map, drowing kid Magic . . . . ?

 

 

The Written House

The Written House

The Lived-In Word

the world was a hapless wonder

wander if you want thru mcdonal's parking lot

pork a belly in the Times which People become born

In a womb in a room

Hospitals are large, parking lots, plenty of spaces

emergency drop off lanes

emptiness in your eyes

nothing is nothing

I walk the world for favors

Bleed night like god's open arms, not life nor light

I am them

Say dost thou will

The End....

4 now.

Simply Relaxing asmr. Phone keyboard words

 I fell asleep! I thank you.cracks me and pulls down my pants lustily and I have watched mfc.im and the other Ladies are in proper white tennis attire supervising us closely and far away from the doorway the whole time and I really hope that the government shuts down before they approve the budget and I just don't want to do anything mostly and Maybe I just want to finish transcribing Process introducing themselves to young Christian minders Yes that's really good and I feel really bad about not doing that And Andi was thinking 2 I was horny and wanted to make her say anything this is what I made the computer voice say that I did not want to write pornography I was horny to the edge to the point where you can download it for free or if you're using observational for the first thing you will do to help make the best 👌 👍 😍 🥰 ☺️ 💖 👌 👍 

soory.

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This Clean Clear Path

Light brown gravel and green grass edges

Make me think about Scrubs and Kit's house in 2009 or 10

I could think about having a job, think about having a future

• Watching a lot of DVDs
• Moving far away, traveling the world
• Watching indie films from 2nd and 3rd world countries
• Dating 20-year-old girls [I was 20.]
• Writing novels
• Typing on an old typewriter in a basement in New York City
• Buying an old Chinese lamp
• Burning down a forest and taking fotos of the fire . . . .

It's more like these 'orderly modern' apartments. 

Orderly like in a psych ward

I like Doug, the morgue worker.

magic spells crystal castle Civil Twilight alone in bed and apartment, or )Civil Sunrise(

Alone

In bed and apartment, 

One bedroom apartment,

I search YouTube, "magic spells"

And see at the bottom of suggestions

"magic spells crystal castles".

Then Listen. 

I was a good dog,

when I road a bike to the riot

and I fight my own face 

in flowing possum riots.

 Flowing Possum Riots

Veda First-Timer, Mo/u/rning-Farmer

I am going to take your pulse.

No, you're not.

Give me your wrist.

I have no wrists.

My hands are on backwards.

My fingers are inside me.

Nice guy Labour shortage

Why don't you feel my hands they're on fire?

 

 

O, I Should Record Myself Singing

I just said to myself, O, I should record myself singing.

Wanna make my face darker. I took some THC chocolate this morning in preparation for my family coming over for Thanksgiving.

I am a moon in the morning. The sun was grey as my eyeballs are gay.

I faggoted through the countryside one fine 1,800s day.

And I crapped in my neck. My pores were blessed by the blood demon Haloo Kalay.

Why don't we shed our fucking eyeballs? They look like crops of rain.

Water is good for human blood. I don't care where Life begins or ends.

 i just want one thousand USA dollars every month

after living expenses.

I can Afford whantever... I want

Add ADD

My Life.

We (my mom and I) just saw Jerry and Marge Go Large

My Whole body, every fiber of my being feeling as to be it is exploding

It is like pain, but it is pleasure

I like that Movie.

I have drunk Wine Red and Brut.

i think i like to think of red wine as the Blood of Jesus

The End

other things to do.

Write More Stories

 Mary Stewart drove to Cosco at 10:11 on December 10th, 2010. She autopiloted into her usual lined row half-full of parked vehicles. White shiny SUV. She thought of Nbuku, a 13-year-old in Mozambique, whose existence she doubts. She found herself staring at unfallen tree leaves and could not decide if they were grey or still green, low light of heavy clouds.

Her open eyes water. She feels as real as Mary from It's a Wonderful Life, and George. Her cold fingers squeeze, rubbery wheel.

She thinks of her 'story' as Christmas, all other holidays, her parents, her children, the buildings she has been in or passed by. Calendars, books she looked at, appointments made and missed, libraries she thought of.

Autopilot, work in the family. She walks into cosco, heels loud, brisk wind, 45 degrees. Long black coat, pearl earrings, pantyhose.

She was a plate of boiled spaghetti. When she is 11, she turns on an air conditioner for the first time, June eleventh, time and time ago....

Ribs are scary. 

Why can ribs exist? 

All my ribs are Women. 

Pure physical powerful Biblical

Break like a Dog in the morning end of night.

Sweet watery mouth, taste a free freak of tongue.

Juice a baby batter badger looking at feeling not of Taco.

Crazy wallaby bones are exiting. 

Adam and Eve and Steve and dame Judy 

Ouse

Judge us for our lesser death

We must live if or else anyway

The riverr walk

Seeing Stacy

Shiny flow late evening

Horizontal Rays

Bless be the Light

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Untitled - Paint November 13th, 2022, 11.46 AM

 

My Name Was Saul. I Was a Good Man.

I used to work in a department store.

They slit my throat and called me chore boy.

I broke my foot in the freezing snow.

I shaved my leg with a sewing needle

I gave Lee Iacocca a lower back tattoo.

He wired me ten thousand yen from a Norwegian zoo.

My name was Saul. I was a good man.

My mother's ceiling was a dripping tycoon.

The slutty uniform of the rabid Typhoon

 Too stoupid and old and ecstasy <ugly>?

    Everything comes back to me.

turn each part of your face into every other part

 

Mary Stewart, a Plate of Boiled Spaghetti, Turned on the Air Conditioning

 

.

Quality women equalize Reality tomorrow yesterday unanimous I Ohm personhood Axial sainthood demonstrative famine geriatric human jazz kilowatt Loss.

Zero xan cumin Valentine beef Nairobi Menschen.

The End

doctoral candidate

I have to say something. All of this is True. I am going to type what I say after I record this video and open my blogger.

Sorry, i'm burping. I have been drinking and Water from the filtered tap. I am naked.

My name is Cornelius. I work at Sprouts, the grocery chain.

I fell down the drain.

The sewer filled my lungs with purple blue artifacts. I am drunk, because I gave my self to Satan's lung.

Possible artifact under coercion 

Penis land, caveman tan

Give me a condominium

Wash my abs; i'm a liquid fan

of watching football on the television.

What  is The Name of the Rose?

It's Theodore, cuz, he gave me what I needed to Die.

What was my cancer diagnosis? I(t) was positive.

It was negative; I don't jave cancer yet.

But I hope i can get

More positive results

When I phone my Doctoral Candidate...

Wednesday, November 2, 2022

doctoral candidate

I have to say something. All of this is True. I am going to type what I say after I record this video and open my blogger.

Sorry, i'm burping. I have been drinking and Water from the filtered tap. I am naked.

My name is Cornelius. I work at Sprouts, the grocery chain.

I fell down the drain.

The sewer filled my lungs with purple blue artifacts. I am drunk, because I gave my self to Satan's lung.

Possible artifact under coercion 

Penis land, caveman tan

Give me a condominium

Wash my abs; i'm a liquid fan

of watching football on the television.

What  is The Name of the Rose?

It's Theodore, cuz, he gave me what I needed to Die.

What was my cancer diagnosis? I(t) was positive.

It was negative; I don't jave cancer yet.

But I hope i can get

More positive results

When I phone my Doctoral Candidate...

https://youtu.be/1iodRDCujqE

Deference

(i) Point my eyes down to Earth, the Ground in front of me.

Deference

Take everything as slowly as possible.

Do nothing for as long as possible.

Wait forever until it's not hard any more.

Mist fog, walk dawnrise the lowly only car hood

    inda, indus tigris, inundate floods

be my girl Friend, all alone in apartments

pasta beans death peace

driven by

pass for all saints

The End

Ember City

Let's wake up 30 minutes before sunrise.

Let's go play that traffic game named Traffic.

Let's go down to Ember City.

Let's leave all the lights off and put in a DVD.

Let's have sex with Saoirse Ronin and Bill Murray at the same time.

Everyone is dead in side.

The lights are burning, the graves are dug

Let's be 13 years old.

Let's Cut Our Hands

And Bleed.

orangeness from your sleepy eyes

Songs to and from BioLife

(i) Lock my self in the basement for a whole week 

at a time.

Don't flip up the light switch. I don't got a knife.

Drove myself to the little park full of Sun's shine

Little children everywhere, They don't got a life.

They don't gotta life.

Doing Triangles in the Summer

The library's closed but the school is back up and runnin.

Kids sit on blue metal benches.

What that shit they put on them to keep them from stinkin?

Burnin the skin of my thighs

Leaving life in my lies

Babylonian Saboteur

BabylOnian SabotEUr

I'm in the duodenum, The Duodenum

In the Loire valley I'm a beastie boy in the dark forest of the Soul.

In the noir valley I'm a Beastie Boy in the dark forest of the soul.

I Like Looking at the Sun

 I juts listened to / watched / read Savannnah Brown's loving like an existentialist

compared Us.

Cataracts - my step mom said.

Because my eyes are bluish , most vulnerable. I peed outside the south side.

I would rather go blind.

Than anything else.

On one half of a bottle of rose wine, in one and one half cans

I said , it feels so good . I knew from the first taste.

I'll eat a weed chocolate

then go

Trick or Treating....

Doin' corpse pose this morn',

I am grateful for clean water and good food

and my arms and legs and fingers, opposable thumbs, my senses

my memory and Reason.

Water in the Sun in the Gun of the Gods

 

4

if the in the of the

The gathering of magics of playing of card boards.

To be together 

Forever. 

The End

Dictated

  I was once a poor manufacturer under the Tuscan sun weeping like a nightmarish woman Is holding my own face in high levels of boredom and washboard abs I was looking Is for a big hands and wanting a little Wang.

 I can no longer go slowly I must whisper my mind out of a car's dream I wanted to lay down on your hanging on a mechanic quick quick quick I was fleeting I was a feeling of thought a mission emotion I f***** Your hands like a sleepy potion while a bees wall of these wingers and try embarrassed don't fall down the liquid path of regrets reigning in your f****** face I don't give a f****** f*** about your little whiteness.

 The deer rumbles of Lewis Carroll and Charles dotcherson must remember to wake up when there only little boys inside the back aches of wandering through no one else's metaphorical dreams of Of Bobby elong coming I don't wish I were a temporary and sweet sweeping Brown Brown Brown folds of mommy d*** the white whale and The turnpike's are looking like elephant beamsunder houses that if they're getting washed the walls with no one else is possible or Possible religion.

freeewrite

 I open the case of retarted greenleaf let us dream in an offal pirouette 

Galaxy. The motor Car nips the Butt off gravy penis man Servile queer Time midget Ninja quiet

Like a been star, load of human hunks, lopping hero balls Off just jump start

the light in your hellth Bar

Quiet a nice noon

Quit. I drag my asshole into our body of work, politic arena

jobs

necktie creampie rodeo flatulence

i umpire your dog's free guts under auspicious derailed derelict government offices look at the rising

perpetual funk slave

gone to be west

Urn in the dieted universe that They left for us...

Green Tea with a Splash of Coke Zero. Six Other Substances, Too Much

My lips are turning to fuzzy moss and falling off.

My lips are bleeding off my face.

My blood is thicc like chocolate wine.

Chocolate vodka is her worst nightmare hang over.

Someone's been brutally mutilated.

Someone's been brutally mutilated.

It's 7:19 a.m. The sun is up. The wind is cold. Damp in every pore of Earth and Heaven.

Everyone's awake and walks towards them

Now walks steadily towards Them.

 

cool cats and cool cows

Give me all your money how.

Leonard Cohen sings Sop(gun)ano's on Grand Theft Auto 3, bridge industrial park

Come on, Rain

Come down on me.

sweet sweet grey dawn, a light blueness wake up, The whole outside world is gonna blow up, Napalm the air is fire or something, red orange yellow white, We are all okay inside our walls and windows won't break,

because God loves us too much to make sense.

I was enamored by cybercrime in my Early Womanhood, - says lourde brigerton. 

 > From: Philip McShane <pmcshane@shaw.ca>

> Subject: LOL
> Date: July 1, 2016 at 5:19:53 PM PDT
> To: James Gerard Duffy <james.duffy@itesm.mx>
>
> Hola James,
> a pause before a dinner adventure. A crazy question.
> Would you like to write a strange song of songs called something like “On the Top of the Stairway to Heaven”??
> The centre - zone is the baby brain of Jesus - the attachment is a helpful nudge!! - - it could be the story of a shy hydrogen molecule starting at .9 seconds after the big bang, wandering for 13.7 billion years - perhaps arriving in the womb of Mary and then in the brain of the growing fetus - a pretty radiant stay there … then on through West and East, perhaps with a stay in the fuselage of Barak Obama’s Airforce One, then … etc etc … on to adventures of the last three minutes and on into the radiant baby’s brain again with 100,000,000,000,000,000 other molecules and quarks but now weaved into a community of humans of over 100,000,000,000 …. etc etc.
> Many possibilites of course on the way.
> Quite a a story: “Once upon a time and a billion there was a little hydrogen molecule …..”
> LOL
> hugs
> Phil

From: Philip McShane <pmcshane@shaw.ca>
Sent: Friday, July 1, 2016 19:36
To: A. M.
Subject: Fwd: LOL



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Stumbled across this. Thought you'd enjoy.

Love,
Aaron

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