I like the structure, scholarism, devotion.
Scholarly action... activity. Past time and work time...
I like the idea of Catholicism.
I like the possibility of becoming and being Catholic.
I like Correctness, Absolute Worship, and
having faith in the System of Faith.
wasting all my Time
because I won't see my own eyes
Til I demise the wires inside the time zone clocks.
My name was Mr. Buttocks. I was a toilet houmourous
Pigeon
on the clucking walls of rape and pillage.
Don't quiet down. Don't question my names.
I wanna brain you. I wanna make you braver than a
Cockatiel
watching the home burn down.
I was open to suggestions but then I locked the boxes,
which I built with my hands, fingers, nails and tools made of woods and metals
forged from the center of the Earth to the middle of the sun.
And he made my name from thin Love.
He made a lot of friends, then they were buried in the ground,
ashes and dust, water and rust.
I drank a lot of Lady Bligh Rhum.
He made my life a sweet surprise,
white as the center of my eyes.
Making water, making women
Don't wait. Don't waste.
Why.
I see my eyes
Now.
intimately
all of us, people sitting by
green fire faces
" VERYONE "
Sleek train station, No one for 51 years
No century-long pushes
Equality blessing
Noon perforation of no sky puffy grey
A lollipop circumstance under a millennium of landfills
Accumulated
Cirrus
Serious juiced bar slutty 20 year-old man standing looking short browns hairs
Open faced Engineer construction Forgetting Absolute Buildering Frosty Tea
Cups of their human bloodily friction sorenesses
Non-stop humble interface groove Pilot
Just stop
Bubbly
We all one step shop Holes free flowing
The artifact
Blue scene the older older Near Death
Feel Life grow and die inside the Mind
Infinite like a sacred origami
the big bang sucks out the big crunch
a Folly and a Gif
Leave Us
As Much as They Need
I'll be
Hi to You
Triune Trinitarian
Last on the to do list: choose a good window to lay down mulch on garlic and strawberries.
Thinking of a more difficult approach
An unrugged green
An artist who never learns to draw
Perspective and proportion
Tight and expected
Perfect Contradictory Bland
Teddybear in black and white
and grey graphite
Lines in the yellowing whiteness
Peer thru the endings, the lift off
A light touch, an untorn libido
A scalpel dissection of inner latitude blush personal Failures.
Failing Albacore tests
Open water
Sweet lucky pencil pages
UndoneMexicanWives
Lives Touched and Rewritten by sanctified International Workers' Unions
The End
Bye now
Later then.
Love grg.
I orbitally, geographically and succinctly supplant your soup.
Next door to your next door neighbor is your other neighbor and you.
You were feeling so good, and he shot it right out of the sky.
Now you feel just like you, again, mottled and appeased,
a pirate on the forgotten sea of mystery on its knees.
Even hot water feels cold at first.
Then you were a burning herd of thirst.
And a third of the time, we don't even see the sky.
And a third of the time, we don't ever see the sky.
, I whisper in my bed a few hours pre dawn . .
O my God life is so easy when everyone does The Work. Breath
A. e.
Sluff.
Shruff, my magnificent
make me kinda kind.
When they had a moment
You are on a screen, today.
New Divine Entrances
Very blind to choosing make sense
The Learn Road of Doubt
Angola's national members on staff
Any chances they get
Listen to Bowsprit by Balmorhea
And 6 years later, he arrove late at night.
With a sanded hand, wood flakes on the nailbed
It was almost 7:30, then it was after 7:30.
7:29. 7:31.
He was a tired laborer, a skilled laborer.
He was a technician, a craftsman, an artisan.
In his quiet little country house
He took off his long shoes, stinky stinky socks.
He still felt
like he had
a mile to go
up a dark mountain
on feet of sticky heavy mud,
a high faint orange torch,
a light distance.
His sleepy family
falling asleep
to the wind singing again
more loudly, more uplifting
Local roadway commuters saw the easement of the flow of hundreds of automobiles.
no thing but Flip Flops
" Hi, I'm wearin' nothing but flipflops My hands go to the sky, because the aloneness is inside of this house It's been here for 37 years. It makes the sky drop into the bucket of 5 years of time. Time rotates around itself, and I see the sun go down an dup. And it makes the sun creamy and delicious like a sunday pie. She baked it for 5 hours which was 10 hours too long. And the sun rotated around the head of the child who sang no more songs, No More Songs She made a bet with her aunt and she lost, and her aunt gave her a chocolate noogie on top of her head. She blossomed a red scarlet letter. She made herself bloom like a Singapore lung fish. She had the answer written on her finger tip, but she made herself a yellow bird who died and fell thru the curtain that separated a flying ship from her own... neck. She tied herself up and drowned herself in the bottom of the ocean she found a framed poster board with her next door neighbor's name. And he crushed his lips and sang about the Irish folk dancer, Louisa Von Bitsburg. She found a bottle of green soap. And she tore thru her life span, with a grated cheese unicorn. And we all laughed, like separate entities, to be... the end.
Coldness
Tuesday night... No body sees the world. A lightning bolt extracted. A newscaster from lady buying a water bottle. Sleep inside the water scone kissing bulbs of rice and garlic slave. Don't eat me; I'm a ship in a crunchy tinsel begging washing machine. Dig the grave and sleep on the racecar biological weapon snickers bar. Leaving Las Vegas, white winter, bloody skillset, knickerbockers ricegum water fluid. Feel the fields, See the wine flowing under the sky. The tin cup woes push our noble science, cordial benefactor. Watch the next door app feel the whining course of organ doning. Won't you sleep with the coldness and forget the pole?...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kzXhSltpajw&ab_channel=Dexbonus
The Satuhday after Thanksgiving
Nothing and Chilly Rain
Dim at 4:04 p.m.
Om
Embraze The End
Final Brush, making opal die cast people
Just remember the quality is dying to youthenize Friendly Love
I was so happy that the weather got cold.
He welps the yung helper to be drippy on the ready fab milk hunk
Jump in my car, he said, freedom rang the telephone ready to hump the loud.
And in every syllable of his death lip, he srpang for first insurances ready at the dime.
Hell! He sang and all local secrets detected fear, forgetful, moronic, health was wishing it was ready to live.
Diamond puppies,
I am killing the yellow numb bliss of the erect pompous, preoccupied, ready to invest, heroic diced taco salad, resting burger
Yes.
Miracles don't matter.
Sweet life, you'll never afford it.
I am infinite, I am injustice
Baby crying, baby crying baby crying, baby, crying,
I am a mother, I never left, I never showed up
Take us to the top of trump tower.
I dropped you.
I don't care my hands are full of hand lotion
I don't care my hands are full of hand lotion
