Saturday, January 14, 2023

Pipette _ Conclusion

Dear God,

Brownshoe lane

changed, and me into

dectectives working hardly walking down into New Yourk city domicile.

So I

write to You

about the ternal changes

we always witness not rephlecting. Browns days, smell salt life, dig World.

Aqua

solution,

pray You, I ekspected

never Process, alone, He dries work in his municipal suit. dog greg lay green.



Moon and Park, Dogs, Birds Sun

 









Park Amy

 ‎Saturday, ‎14 ‎January, ‎2,023

                   0:6:42


Park Amy

We all fly.

Flee from wild bees.

Stuck we are inside outside.

The 4, the 5, all togther,

Beloved Love

now it is bathtime in

Eternity Wakeful, Thank You. 





Friday, January 13, 2023

Hilarious Love

Slow and steady 

Lose the race 

Who gives a fuck about a race?


Thursday, January 12, 2023

12-1-2.023 07:12 , 19:12

      Life could b a dream.
I don't know how to fix you. I want to

fuck royal elephants and peacock.

My left hand had senior - itis. I came

to a portrait of Salvador Dali and

the mystery of Hallowweens:

This time is fantastic. I ate Hot

chocolate I came off Plastic electronics

.

Avocados   carrots   snap   peas .

I just want to Lie. I am a video Game

Bored Game in the Den , Billiands of

Station Eleven of Psycho Suicide   Bombs

at the David Cross the Mackenzie

Davis. I want Her sex, young child.

a Long Book, Hot hot dog, explosive

device of Literary Signifier of Cum

don't wait 2 moments I must

musky after Glow Lie on my Face . . . .    .






 


 

DesPerayer

 Wish I could kill my self and stay alive 

Please God help me help my self 

Why am i drinking so much ?

Help me be the God i am and You are  . . . .





 I can't imagine being in a loving intimate relationship. 

I can't imagine being in a relationship. 

Redacted: - ] I can't imagine making love with anyone but a prostitute. [


I cannot live with myself. 

Maybe I can live with someone else....





https://youtu.be/kK-1axSGkXc

 This video is about Literature and Design

The shapes are simple the colours pastely


Even if you Stay

In a small place,

Life can be Everything. 




Should I Read the Book?

 Should I read the book?

 Of course I should read the book
 That was given to me as a book
 When it was given to me to read
 As a book.

 And I shall when I read the book
 And I shall when I read the book and I shall 
when I read The book
 When I read the book and I shall when I read 
the book and I shall when I read the book.



West Gulf

 




Fuji from the Ocean

Nahant flattish HTC had all oblation


Nippon allied heroically at now times.

Freedom loves all the teachers in school however 

hectically the criminals

health adjustments demenstruate

And love loves

Oracle becoming laughs 

A titular Ion onsets Nagasaki 


I. 



Wednesday, January 11, 2023

Der Papagei

 I might skip plasma 

[ Donate my time to feel good ]

Can we work it out¿


Aural arrest me 

der Papagei, The parrot

Cans hang Pecan tree?


Ready for youth group?

The cancelled mukbang

Fresno snow latte birch Duck.





 My chests....

She looks how this feels

The very softest

inner feelings.



KC

Kat



I am in so much pain I don't know how to explain it.


[:


why don't you feel a bit better 

?


Sobbing

Pure Flix

The Book Quilt

Dexbonus, Coffeh Time, Saturfday Moorning Dooger on twitch dot teevee

A Brooke Thorne



I am god but i done wanna be

. ll mKn 34 gr5 jkuiiojok

opo



jhre     b 





The Other Shortest Poem

 We Me




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https://youtu.be/cFZNwedYzrc

]

Tuesday, January 10, 2023


 

What if broccoli

were an animal? 




Hello, I am the person who famously found the portal to the dark secret of humanity. They all found out why they needed to exist, and it will always be alone, alone. They need more reasons, cuz they don’t trust themselves or each other.

I stubbed my leg on the tree branch. I fell down under the waterfall where the mushrooms gave me love in the form of

Gross little capsules of their own love. It was carbon and dioxide [burp]

I died. They all said my name once and I only cared to dream about the mother who was born at the top of the sky. The little pond that gave birth and dropped like a seed into the Earth. And she made up a story that made sense to someone once.

I could only imagine that every person would take their hands and put ‘em in the dirt and eat the Earth that they created with their minds that only forgot to live once or twice.

I have no love left in side. How are you doing? I don’t care. I want to subside the feeling and the missionary position that I forgot to tell you how to make it better when you die . . .

I walk out of the apartment once or twice. I find a reason to sing my name with my eyes wide open.

Someone asked me why I’m still walking out of the life that I decided to oppose. He was my saviour but he forgot to kill me and I asked him politely and he was objective. Over the moon, the sun dipped down into the tank of catfish.

I scooped 1 up and I grilled it on a pan. I used lots of butter from a cow’s udder. Then I fell asleep and dreamed I was a real man . . . .