
Look out, here comes the very good person.
I must away for the yung leen beef Patty's are dreaded from meals to JuiceLand, If in you want to know
Kill very old google dots
Kiss dead beans
Look at this water, wayyy too limey, You are a fruit, Yes, dear Diet blood from the Yangest sweet reopener
I died for sins. I cried in circles, but the yew dreams of traps.
Kirist has all His growin' glowin' [ Its Love for you ]
like pop cycles
Little orange teeth on the Cold icicle drivin' down to the Prophet's Prices
I am God prince, my yewwol Health forgot to heal departments, they all said free from who, you know who.
So, Perfect ass, hold the Oligarch, nearer flames - feet and candles - sitting all day, await the bloated death, Perfect ass, fire under yous, sit on the Thrones, no damned dragons, No Mas TV shows - TB
I relinquish
Be it so....
I saw really pretty light orange flowers a couple inches above the soul... soil.
What is wrong with me?
Who am I?
What am I doing?
What is right with me?
[ start again - bishop allen ]
The Sun is setting and I'm sleeping later than late.
I am a cow but my man is not a wood.
I'm feelin feelin ways I never thought I should.
The Summer's settin'
Tatanjle's thoughts sway and dangle like no other, out on under dimensions directing our beautiful members, then Before Aforementioned shine like liquid oil like g babies of animals not yet invented by God or more advanced Institutional becomings of After.
A good girl roams out of her land owner's complex system of gates and walls and ceilings. The tallest trees loom over her and her black electric hair, two feet at the tips. Green leaves take fire all over her scenery and her eyes' level, rustic colors, old stone, craftspeople have died here long ago.
GG activates lightning in the mind then continues pattering her toes and soles on the flat brown slightly dusty floor of Earth.
"I better," she says.
Can I come over at 10 tomorrow. I'll have to leave before 12, going to my stomach with the women in the endless hours I have gotten to the point where X was the head and looked me up to the sky heavy and the other Ladies were cast this way they were to the edge and they all waited for a basic reason is not safe and they were not in a while back to the battlefield this morning in the past and future pain is not safe for us and we will be my best friend to help him out of the snow and he was distracted with his right eye at the end. He had a worried tin nit and a few nights in his life that were sparked to be the same color and the way he did it is the number one of them to some sex noises and they can turn themselves and the other Ladies in their wives and the other Ladies and the other.
The feeling of a tall strait tree trunk breaking in half
A spinal cord pressurized in the concrete floor
As it dries completely over 24 hours.
I lie in, the semi-fancy ruffled Paris Guest bed
A fat silk worm, 200 pounds of wriggling food
A week's worth of flesh
Bodies angle for a catch
Our waters are not deep enough yet
The misleading serene surface of the lake
A nylon line, String, steel hook, shining morning sun, boldly overheating, tangled and frustrated beyond recognition or Breath, Wasted these moments
Unsatisfying
What have We
What Do we
An overlooked forest of reddish brown disgust
In a trial period rust on the brain, happy friend
Take them outback and set them
To the path towards Gregory eternal
Bones correct, never a pain, Heaven's at home
However, I meant what now
I mean.
Does it justice?
The meanings Them selfs . . . .
The bloods of sum Innocent Men
The Whites of my "best friend sin"
So Me, so me.
A deep sigh
I rearrange particles in my mind
to find out how the liquid of life is blessing my disguises
to rediscover a bloody image in the fiction of the fracture of the Christ.
I make his name up out of the particles which I invented to be my purpose
in the life of this Mind. It wakes up; it goes to sleep; the water wakes up with me.
I try to find a little liquid in the tinyness of crying for dreams.
They don't know what they are to be, but they must seem to themselves,
the tiny dreams that we always figure out.
To find their own names they make themselves seen.
To be seen they must know before, so that they can go where we will always know
how to become what I have
forgotten to be.
My name written on the edge of the sky.
He makes the bloody frame, disguised as my own liquid.
I must confess the rest is down to the historical fiction he writes for himself
in the Mind which we all Love,
so we must know and we must know This.
The End
https://youtu.be/fySMd2JFGgk
for 7 hours, Her kids sit or play on the side of the court, and eat lunches.
A futuristic airplane lands on the court and We get on, tired and well and , obviously , beautiful .
It's like an alien spaceship.
We fly to a nice green village, and live forever, best friends and lovers, best fulfilling lives possible.
Foundations to decrease world suck and increase never forgetting to be awesome. Always being more and more awesome
Better than anywon was
The End
. . . .
Lavender Smoke and Starbux Cocoa
I am listening to Crystal Lane by Soror Dolorosa
I'm
Growin Older. I'm
not worth Your Time I guess.
The Ken Burns Benjamin Franklin made me a bit horny , I almost cried , like most times ...
I drank a coffee quickly
I ate Chelsea's leftover vegetable tempura with soy sauce.
It made me feel like America [ my past, I am a child, My Family, all of my nonsense memories ]
It made me and my future seem possible [ people care for people , and Take Care of Me ]
[ and All Others ]
It made me an acceptable small beautiful cog
we are all wanting and trying , at least a little bit
we are all worth Some thing
We can all Do Something
I do not know What or How
But we are why:
They Are Why
The
End
I'm on vacation ... again.
I'm gonna sleep with a mother hen.
I'm gonna peck out the eyes of the innocent ... children.
I am travelin' thru my bloody feelin'.
I will build an old-school Spanish architectural outdoor Arcade out of fire and my own intuition.
I am very far away to practice a sin.
Stop for nothing doin' Nothin'
I am always still Home ... again.
. . . .
End of the story:
Will you save or not save .... a lil goat
In Spanish .... una cabrita ?
Rice Paddy 4 fell to Comrad Soviet Blood at 431 p.m. local time. His long messy beard was streaked with green poisonous fertilizer, witnesses reported.
I coagulated myself in a padded office chair on the war room table, put a red pushpin in the middle of my forehead which was the center of Iran and totally forgot the book, the page, the note, the Word.
The End
Tyler quinn bot his mom a bucket of roses, No Holly ;
"someone" smelled of Fried Chik N
You need to stop alone
and get a gun
and go back
to where you were born.
https://youtu.be/YNV_NVbfDHs?t=738
You want to eat breakfast?
I am going outside to ACC, to teach a class about peas, and carrots, sometimes they don't grow but we eat them when they are in the dirt holes.
ACC means Austin Community College; I was born in Austin, Texas; I teach children as old as twenty five years old. They know things I do not know. They know thinkgs I'll never know.
You cannot predict
or even remember your life. You are like a tiny dot in the spiral of Sand Time....
summer mornings as warm as the fall
N's love my c h
Ninjas love my Christmas Happiness.
I'm a white racist woman of the American South.
I'm a ninja hore.
N is Black is Beauty
I go to Vegas for 4 months,
sell my body to some dumb cunts,
get funked and almost raped,
but I make big bank.
I go back to the Louisiana-Mississippi border.
I'm only an hour from the ocean.
I sit on the beach and stare at the Gulf.
I stare at the Gulf and sit on the Beach,
sand between my cheeks....
The road just seems a place to not go,
we've been not going to that place for so long.
Cold chocolate milk and hot vanilla lattes
Hope you are ready to start today. "To day".
[ driveway, parking spot, hands and faces up in refreshing cloudy morning air ]
The grass is greener than it was a week ago.
The trees are happy, at least I hope, they are [so]
[Descending]
Holy, Holy, Holy, Holy [Name]
I miss you.
[Ascending]
Blue, blue, blue, blue
Wanna feel your breasts press against my chest.
Five years ago-o-o
Save it for the Rest.
Double L
Hockey Sticks
Why do you know life IS worth living?
What do you eat on a daily basis?
What sexual feelings may you feel?
What are the patterns of the lives of your mind?
Secure Forest
I'd like to thank the official stars of Neptune
lyrics: I thank you for coming to my rescue. I should rescue you once more. Porch it. Bop it. Slough it. Love it. Love it, love, lo, love, love. Porch, por, poor, poor.....
Poor life
Poor money
Poor soul.... Myanmar. People are poor.
https://youtu.be/seCTnP7W06E
Don't eat the water.
It's a liquid and you'll choke.
Don't eat yourself.
You must make it up as you go.
Why do you do so much?
It's not worth it.
I need all my toes amputated.
I will learn to walk again.
a thumbs up
Way to go
Way to Be Jesus
[ driven south on 95 by the little league fields at 5:45 p.m. ]
They are too beautfiul.
I love everyone too much.
The meter goes up to 100.
It fills and blows up,
like an elephant ejaculating blood
on a boiling hot summer's day on Mars, the red planet.
Forgive us. We do not know what Sin is....
It makes me cry like a woman
whose baby is crying inside her
all night long.
[ Mom drives her blue Skye, Mazda CX-5, west out of bastrop. Shotgun fully reclined, I lie and stare at the large white fluffies.... ]
i realised resently
that this blog is like a note book
in which i jot Words and Ideas I Like.
[ .... ~ two hundred page book ~
This is the end: ]
They are with you.
All are with us.
We Go to Heaven.
There's always a frozen lake right outside my front door.
I step out with a mug of hot creamy coffee, and look.
[ I'm always singing. ]
What's in Store?
What's in stock
I need a lock
for my front door.
I ain't goin' out no more.
What did I say?
It's a frozen lake.
It's all the same.
Everyone is
a little wrong.
Woke up too early,
make myself better,
make my head clearer,
make a piece of toast
I read in the New Yorker
is bad for me.
Wash a plate in a sink,
takes 2 minutes.
Feel bad for me.
Whether you're a spiritual man always in the same place on Papua New Guinea
or a preacher going to Hell deep in the Rockies.
When you wake too early,
you may think you know it don't matter;
Slowly unsurely choose to move your body,
Is it you or
Someone who chose
to live for you?
1. Do a big nib say boo shy
I am sitting here writing this.
2. I should sleep.
No octopus beans guard firewild.
3. Fractured nipple Atica blind sex.
Tomorrow is June 17th; it is 5:30.
4. My mom's name is Barbara G. Harris.
Can anyone have less Taco blood
Arranging Feisty Fiesta
(+) [cross] Cripple Children Too. 2
(nonsense = pink) (+(+))
O K <3 Heart
Short
All are naked caucasian whites.
Man crouches and crows like a rooster, in a human backyard at dawn. Woman and man are on their hands and knees on the front porch barking and yipping. A montage of humans being other animals, similar to the one in Ace Ventura: When Nature Calls, hippos, chimpanzees, snakes, spiders, fish, mollusks.
Man in a dark dirty basement noses low to the floor, sniffing for food, like a rat.
Woman hops sporadically in hot wild grass, twitching like an insect.
They are in the wilderness, or normal environments, then they are in cities, parks, apartments, offices, grocers, restaurants, gas stations, factories, banks....
A 14 year old Alyssa sits on her unmade bed at night. Bright bluish-white security light shines through her unobstructed window. Blue light from a smart phone shows her face. She watches and listens to Human Kingdom [what you are reading] .
Her wide eyes water, unblinking. The human kingdom are loud, fast, repetitive, overlapping from the phone speaker.
Kind - Gone
Abruptly we now see a semi-suburban street, something like Silver Lake, near sunset, golden.
Chickens and dogs walk in clothes on sidewalks, like people. We see the POV of a dog, another dog walks in front of us, holding its own leash with its right front paw, leg cartoonishly bending up and back.
Chicken speaks to cell phone, "Did you hear her talking last night?" Dog: "Hey, so, how was the par-ty?" Another: "I almost made it, but I did not, want, to..."
Did you hear her talking last night?
Hey, so, how was the par-ty?
I almost made it, but I did not, want, to...
Random non-human animal in Business suit: "My mergers are projections are 4 plus 2 plus 2."
My mergers are projections are 2 + 2 + 4.
My mergers are projections are 2 + 2 + 4.
My mergers are projections are 4 plus 4 plus 2.
The End
Gregory's translation
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2. At Tonight's Baby Shower
We at Earth and Cosmos resign to this,
Here we all can only evolve and die forever
Aquamarine haze windows , an eyeshot to Lake Ontario
Seated, I fade as in a photograph, 10:20 a.m.
A girl's name beginning in M
She was 25 God damn years old
I rubber-neck at a future-is-now complex multi-use electrical power Station
White like a massive magical sailing ship between me and the sea
Pass by plain glowing thick green-grass meadows and ditches
Take care of his/her clothes.
This may now be taking place
I am changing places , a future me
Cordially I interrupt my train in thought
a sick sweetness in the pit of my stomach , smell of new rain
far but not too far in all directions
I am not failing to go...
Tired long afternoons led inwardly to slow, melting bursts of tears , solace of this Wet Loving Landscape
The suffering meditation
I knew the reflection
I easily remember
Unprovoked meaningless absence in unwanted inevitable Nostalgia
felt it out
You can stay.
Monk and Coltrane and Shadow and Abdul at Carnegie Hall on compact disc
Music For the Gods - The Fahnestock South Sea Expedition: Indonesia Various Artists Bali, Madura & Kangean Island, Indonesia (1941) GAMELAN/ INDONESIAN TRADITIONAL
Love is a man's horse
he has chained back and forth.
Man's love is a God he trained
but he is not insane since he has taken and made the time.
Fast Food Restaurant Napkin
Are you flimsy and white, like me?
All we can hope to be is a Final Fantasy Registered Nurse.
There should be choices.
We are always infinite choices.
"I am stupid. I wanna kill myself."
I never will. I never do. I never shall.
Solemnly sworn
Wedded bliss
Do you take the truth to be self-evident?
Do we take from the Truth, peace and faith?
Listen to Mirror Reaper by Bell Witch at 22:40
I am no compromise to any specifics.
Lead the legend of the child.
Downright dumb and horny, ugly bless me.
Capital punishment of stinky thoughts,
Beleaguer and belabor me, O only one.
Do not picture the proactive finish.
I am on my advice, wisdom of old friends.
Signed,
The End
Immediate Death Suicide Prevention
Mirror Reaper, 57 minutes in
Protection - Alcest https://youtu.be/Tn7wvu8R4Wk
easier, easier
calculate
light grey, dark grey
bones inside
the all mighty outside
French bread, red tomato
First floor flat
White walls, opens windows
Table sea Kosher
Wait for us
while the day is lit.
Wait for us again
til today is lit.
I could be a good captain of an insincere polling place
The vines that I find if Life would let me supercede my self
That goes with
out what ever I was about to say. " Half
SWM podcast Spruce Throwback, Scooter Scoots.
In your Life, You love more of what you love what is not You. Links in the chain of thoughts, 1 in the ocean under the Waves, fathoms and knaughts, 1 above redwoods available to Angels and God, 9 Gregorys incomplete
The complete music of Alcest, each song and instrument intentional completed.
welcome to your government
Lola frosted her lady tips once, but even was not enough, Spektor hiding in her long quilty frock over hers head, what May we Hears have Been Seen Heard.
What's Come over Me, What's Gotten into Me
The titles of books bled from ghostly holes in the help of Black African Peoples, hoping to Gods, may we forever rest in Peace, veritably unkle tickle animals, say the wright Feeling him kill kiss open blood from the Right Left Man - - nope Knobody will begin again to find human luck just fretting and reeling below bottoms, then Unexpectedly jumped on the next surphase up,
Comfort a Table
Thee I home in on, Make lasting the Dearest from Us