Monday to Sunday
Sunday to Saturday
I mean from a human perspective,
one year is a long time, 10 months
A week.
It's hard to say....
- 12:56 a.m. June first two thousand twenty three anno domini
Monday to Sunday
Sunday to Saturday
I mean from a human perspective,
one year is a long time, 10 months
A week.
It's hard to say....
- 12:56 a.m. June first two thousand twenty three anno domini
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What r. The texas ranjers gunnado?
I should ask God. (Them)
-Gregory Wredberg
Sorry then I took it all back, it's done, reverse it
The meatiness of the Sun
our rising ethnic diversities
(indian, paki.. Tibetan Nepalese
Chinese (asian subcultures [weeger - sp?]
huan?
We disrespect, ultimately
we accept respect embrace
envelope. We accept our fates
the moon crashes into the Sun tonight
We accept our souls burn inside
of our bodies ...
11 am Summertime
Give my face another lime.
The Sun has come and gone.
I see my face is not the one.
Darkness seeps thru my door.
My windows can always bore.
The Light still comes on.
Your Face is never wrong.
11 am Summertime
Take my face, as a lime.
https://youtu.be/_k-CFclkmfs
human crust, i am beleviang
in supercum blood fool
impish delite in a faux humility
cabinshackroadhouse I am hoapin'
in the saviour of the one rainforest.
Dear if Time, hum in all
of our or your simple hung ears on
Forest Walls ugly for earlihuman
take chance to forge cheerio
toddler hope unMistaken
I can have our Milk in Safety.
I should try to sleep. Why
It doesn't matter, but It will be difficult. No one cares.
Just fall down and go to sleep,
Go to a hospital. No one cares.
Grass is mud, lightning blue sky, after death, more suspicious levity
Brevity of gravity, use my muscles, die from the inside out
Lumber drops on my attached index fingernail.
Attracted beans bust blood bags
I am kind to beetles, isopods, frogs and roaches even smashings
Love amphibians and lizards
Beings talk to redrice in silky planetary schedules forget to arrive blessings Train, mortal bullshit anteater flying time
Air for kissing gather armfuls bunkhouse carry water examine yourown Zootrophia
Philanthropy in Medium Media
Loss angel Being interrupted
Reminds me of my old relatives,
Eating a Whataburger, waiting to turn
Onto Cameron, doing nothing,
Wasting time, feeling Something
Or nothing. Either way it's
Just time.
It's just time.
It's just time.
It's just Time.
Tapping on me with a rubber valley
Use it like a feeling mallet
My brain is Swiss cheese like a sponge. Citizen
I've always wondered where my emotions live;
I just want to hear what sound it makes.
Our appointment's over.
https://www.sleepwithmepodcast.com/realtime-wall-bed-assembly-listener-favorite-433/
The Rainiest Year in Los Angeles
and a Spanish pronunciation
Good Friends Don't Die
good. friends. don't. die
....
Say one word change one word
I? Don't go. No? No. No no?.
Why did they put a ? In there
Say Fast Never last
.....
Fast Food Prozac
Everyday learning warning----
Zygote belonging
National nation
Skim blood ration
NY State highway
Vendor of apple varieties
Six red dirt roads, apologize appropriately
A scheme of bloody human inconvenience
Nutritional intestinal lining
Why not win for tremble smoke whining?
I ask you politely,
Scared to live outside, bugs mammals,
Humble human indecisive
Criminal for one night
I paradox a liberal
Colonial safety deposit
Cars rearrange deranged terraforming
I intervene in monstrous belittling of our investment farmers doing portentous work trying to savour the fact of grand life
Quality becomes status quo
He merges skillfully delicious pigs
And wheat butter team building yearlong art-science.
Don't know nothing
About You.
We traced ant-cestors
Back to the beginnings
Of the tip of our elbow.
Why wires, blackest coffee.
To Encircle crumbly yellowed newspaper
We broadcast this infinite
' I cared about you - will always Do. '
You see a forest begin you. Begin in You.
Next time I am nighttime.
- You see a tree; you see about half of the leaves of the tree.
Old Gibi sat on a little wooden stool in the corner of her cubish abode, windowless but lit well enough by a small fire in the opposite corner. Soft grey smoke slid out the round chimney. The thatch roof was slanted, the taller wall against two mature maples or sycamores.
She was the GameBoy.
Etchings and scratches on the walls told too many stories to tell, as well as her bright eyes and rough, craggly, canyonous outer skin.
The colours ranged from spoilt honey to off-turquoise, cooler or warmer depending on the time of day and dampness of air.
You could choose to ask her of 3 questions...
What is going to be read at the book's funeral?
Have You ever added a clock to the numerical pro ceedings?
What giraffe will out tall the tall lest we be given tallness outnumber in world war?
When a schoolchild gave back the Ruler saving places between word 1 and word 2?
Are You irregular impatterned questions, okay?
Did Dance a dead woman pronounce?
Can You meet All at 2 pm?
Nonetheless, where tried justice burning willow act as a will who will
Demand eccentric details, electricity, healthcare, mobile phones, housing and friends for all humans on earth.
The End
Go
God.
Will thy be done?
Is Asking as it should be?
Why Echinacea?
Tapping on wood, tapping on carpet, 5 fingers upside down, 4 fingers straight, four fingers curved
Never a slow motion. All motion is slow. There is no motion.
Am I doing a flip in a 200 ft² living room? Flippy, flippy. Forever. 200 forever. Doing a handstand on my middle finger. On TVs, on the Internet, on medias.
Crazy long somehow a half cartwheel
Six, a quarter of a circle, a focused fitting shade of blue
Thank god how did he looking two thirds down at the side Sunshine of the alreadymorningparkinglot
Feel the feelings of feeling
Don't just die if the feelings are strong.
In a 6:46 burstin haze,
Foggy boggy hoggy faze
Phase me to keep thyself most lazy.
Yelling at the edge of my sleep,
Quilted bed and a beg of morning.
Morking and Minding
A blessed sawng to keep rewinding,
Kind soul slapping open sores
Keep the wind in your believing....
I ached reminder that trusted till
Explosions
Transformers
Lizlemony killing boosts of time keep
Sitting seating I wish you a healthy birth...