I would like to believe 

Would like to bleve 

Would like to be leave.

7:06 : A Person Will Find the Right Time

Hello, do you know how to go faster? I cannot outlast the Thought that points to the center of my soul. 

He grabs it with extra fingers. No one needed to go. Happy flavor, time does waver. Angels eat biscuits. Money is the fav'rit.

Hope will cry a big old tear. It makes life like a rainbow that is only pink. 

Judy Greer went to Super Market. I wrote about it in Jeffrey Tambor's autobiography. 

Someone else made a joke, so I cut their fucking throat, and it made me happy when I realised I had slso died.

I wonder where the song

People are wrong about lookin' out the window.

Someone goes, and someone else doesn't go.

A person will find the right time.

Metal tastes good, better than wood. Do what you should.

It was written in a book. Eyes are not what will look.

I asked someone named Peregrin Took,

He opened his mouth. He made my face look like the north.

Everywhere was south. Everyone knows someone is worth it.

No one has the time. I drank another bottle of wine. 

It took 2 days. Everyone was a waste.

I asked my my mom to stay alive, but she went on and cried like a monkey that has been burned at the stake.

And the monkey was alive, and now everyone died.

My mom was on the floor. There was something moor.

A friend of mine mistook my intention; I don't even know who it was... who I was.

Never thought about it, never thought about understanding 

what was correct. Understood, under stood, understood

Property is like a lightning bolt in the middle of your head, your nose or your pupil could not be understated.

Cold water, I made a hot coffee drink. I mixed coffee with another kind of coffee.

Sweet water and old dreams, crying like a crack monkey singing on the train,

look at the Rain: it makes my brain crinkle like a coven,

a trove of teamsters, a lightning bolt in the washing machine,

a cold water brain.... a sweet little sick kind frame of a Human Being.

heh

Uh. What do I say? What Do You say? Whadda you say?

Probably go out an hour or 2, 7 days a week and 23 weeks a year,

Byebye!

 

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hbyebye

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Title.....

      Freedom from Per Secution

Life is not a reason to Live.

I found Your baby on the Side Walk;

When were you plannin to gimme a Heads Up?

Huisache

We such

 We are such people

Don't go begging on the corner of my house, MyLand is not myne, It is all Yours

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Shape your shapely 'women ' into shapes we cannot see.

Voice your voiceless self into a voice you cannot be.

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The World what will wait... which doesn't need.... 

 I will be seen. 

You can always see me.

Word World we will be . . . .

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Thank You,

Good Help

Buenas Noches.

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 I am on A Space station. 

Some one else is eating my head. I am perfect. I am perfectly fine with it....

 A Book of Excerpts of the Extremes of Human Imagination by the universe [or God]

Description:

The most boring, most beautiful, most hateful, most loving, most glorious, most sexual, most sweet, most silly, most tired, and the most true....

Lore Kit

 Calm honey denotes Hermosa.

Flowers fall like a waterfall, for You.

Heroes in the Water, way hotter

then the sun, begging life beyond.

Holy Weeds seem to think You

are the moon: So Soon? Be linda,

Actually making the Dolorosa dollers,

Save Your Sin! May the Force of our

jokes, quietly on a sweet May Day,

[[ pick up slacks at 4:14 p.m. La Trinidad

The End

Happy Christmas, 2022

Bridge Pat

 Turtles in the creek

so Lonely you can't see.

Index and thumb like tweezers

to pick up the loose comic book page.

The wetness triangulates,

your soft eye Would detail.

The marriage of the infinite 

in the seemingly mundane.

Forever cross the I's, Alone Together 

at the end, atop The T.

Happy Christmas, 2022

 Jerusalem Journalism

Murdur Bordor

 A Terrible Person Versus Their Own Personality

 

Wurtz's Way

 Wurtz's way is inspiring, he focuses on what is good. He often reminds me of you.

G 2 A

Billt a lil building 

A vertical Road

My sense of failing

Was a reminder to goad,

Discover new ways 

Musical Greys. 

Dying a lot in the fractal Eye,

He and he and I

Friend til the Beautiful End;

    Open source analgesic soft wear (clothing)

Write imaginative gain from loss

Pubescent horse hair, liquid I V,

Re constitute Brotherly moss

love You while Some discriminate Minds Love me

 

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       The Lord of leaving us came back.

Swords in Your Penis, Afros in Your Crack

The Reason for This Tune

 I put my fingers in my best friend's mouth.

Every day I'm lookin forward to a bottle of gin again.

I splayed out for the women who live in Portsmouth,

Virginia. 

They didn't know anything about my name until I told ya.

I wanted to find a reason to write a really good novel,

so someone would think maybe it's really my life

and they would take sympathy.

I'm probably gay for lots of people who don't have hands,

but they have perfect faces, lookin out towards the moon and the sea at the same time.

Watery drips, chinese torturing machines wanted them to make me seem

like a hangman's dreamscape, little bits of time stuck in his eyelids.

Leonard Cohen washed my toenails, cause he saw me feeding my best friend.

I dip my fingers in some thin ass grey gravy. He sucks them dry. He sucks the meat from my bone.

I wanted to call a phone back, but I made up a stupid number.

Where's the rhyme and the rhythm? What is the reason for this tune?

Maybe next year we'll live on the moon. Maybe 500 years will caress our swoon.

We can begin to blow up our minds, a baloon of time.

Every point is further from our minds.

We must make it up to them by writing our thoughts in paper and ink.

We must think what we have become, what we should have done.

It will resolve itself until we have begun.

Monday 1 p.m.

&@!#$%^&*()&&%@!#_(*!@^&*^%&$

Bill Baird's tiny sounds, almost perfect 

"Goodbye, my love." relaxed car chair.    

        ( goodbye vibrations, the album earth into aether) 

my eyeballs flutter like dead butterflies

and bundles of papery moths wrapped around night lights inside and out. 

Chafing blood

Creamy white ointment rubbed all over 

And inside

Everything is pink creamy ointment blood

Our teeth are drowning 

Our teeth are being pulled

Up from the bottom of everything. 

We sank them in so deep,

We were lost Forever. 

Now here we are again. 

 

The Browns and Deep Greys That Come of Thickness and Age

farm note Bitter greens, Kristin Kimball

listen to The Rest of the Day by Bedhead

could follow their mothers, and will come home this fall, transformed by grass from little white fluffy babes to sturdy sheep.

Dirtness

 People told stories to make their days go by

Nothing would ever happen unless we made the meaning in our minds. 

[ i am a good times

i am a pick up truck

rolling down a soft wide long highway

It never ends.

People made up stories to pass Our Times.

A green field of rain soaked sticker burrs

After along rain

Sun peaks out a bit.

Anyway it'll set in a few.

Come back when ever.

This hallway feels like Eternity. 

Or the backstage of Heaven's universe....

"Oauehhh" I say as I hike across the IRS parking lot on my lunch break, having just eaten a few bites of turkey slices and Canadian bacon.

Tire

sore

Ache.

Sometimes I feel my mind is degrading....

I hope not.

Do you know

How to see

Whoever you are 

Or will ever be?

 There's no more water on Earth.

I drank it all. I drank everything.

I was waiting for you.

But you came back so soon.

You came to me.

I only wanted to wait for you.

I only wanted to wait, but

Now I'm you.

inspired by Resident Alien, near the end of season 2, 500 years in the "future"