Tuesday, June 21, 2016

I bought a plastic ... you know that hold y shit

Sup Dude,  yet mother of Fuck
         running everything g
Then g    the g    is going ga   GA  best    of them          I don't need to push for letters need to push     is going with out letters and time and need to push for letters on time  and earn     opened mouth if money

Cock if cock        and  soil it bad
If most is real and      most if breath is truth    
          however bank
                       Somehow manic    

Your in every wolf to me
Out was      
                was given to all of us in  majic
was majic 
             is majic       we did,    yo mofuk   fuka                      the auto correct was J in stead of g. But the language of books is change.     Two notebook cents Do
Not the oak crumbs leaving bubbles of sense from your perspective  .
     play tho as you may. On lime.
Every day candy lip struck cool laid.

            Europe don't do it.  Me Again. Do go there yet again

                 A gang  a grow a gant
Add to dictionary
           the thumbs move to stone    can't exist drawing letters     I misspell  the pandering.   To a Tolstoy_ic phondering does not)
            a level at birth ( no wo.m on  new cry)     
means so they don't decide    
                           An auto-correct tAlking koi nt  point
     (drained ) design  
                       Speaking for me.

Could it be just         
    The mount ahead of  head
                   Of it         as Kahn 
And his hunger but not his bought. ..

The sounds are not Noah..
                       Bought and or but    but

make a ship that  can sail kabalah strings dj without them knowing  and if found out telling of the       of the one S victims raid sober child Silverman   killing the ones that are there
                      Not      didn't get the
at the                      more   eat the fill you did

              the other not you her her
         Living. Loving their wives. Curing the blinded sides of the unknown to the best of themselves
                               what is don't in blanket scent    flipping for the feeling I need.
                       you don't     the best of them. And IT Needs to be Jared      
        With the new trial
trained In the best nest cake
           the kale

the hips move without a dick and pussycat           
                             (I want to say boulivarde)
   Capitol Rand Blake  a blink and remember     your mother loved you

                   And it's you are
         Your dick 
Your dick that  sucks 
            Your mat        that     mattress
that mates your mattress is what matters.

                                       The peck of pickled  Freud means a picked Fuck of fraud. With hung Sadie's close her eyes give...
         ... ..            .

After words a breath of whack a mole.


Friday, June 17, 2016

So. Too_apartment storage (insert letter)

House is earth
                      Shit in this corner
Or shit everywhere
          I don't need Babylon tower but I don't need      need cage               and the measurement of a leader is what happens after he,    If we're honest, dies.
    Gelatine sanctuary for the ones in the loop    cheer at            behind the line and gain a moment's notice.
      To be opened to the other is outcast.
                 Whatshername     Fuck is she wearing?
   The afterlife is spent with the leader in hiding, worker bees pleaded to saint fucking saint
             sick with verve leading saint to massage saint    
                     of her idea       is either saint or sin
       her idea alone is saint? Hisalone?    
What is is does      is death is   done the next thing is what matters

             The worker bee forcibly lead
Leading needs      blood to manage.
         Cultured and living in a pixie dish cross scripture best dream
The Only Way To Fly
                        Living the life they sainted

What a game.

It is the occasional   we     I promise
             How does one live without sigma
And ritual       the only way to tap
      Tap into them  the story goes and boast the right  is glaring
Tap into her and see the darkness  defence she's learned and dare the out one
         Tap into him and old the toll flute best she is the bearing
                 Tap into star gut eyes without his cute bend it is  there and cloning
     Tap into nothing gut reach post hole
Rat the world is starting
                             Tap in to lift hole boast loaf precinct raft the world is bearing
                                                  Tap into its don't hole, lift cove, bandit bright and daft it boat bland sinking?

      Tap into tandem rose, tote caller
Tarry near, soul food    button don't sea fairy lifting
           Tap into bandit bright the starlight dark room   plug the points so husbanding
                    Tap in to tonsil soul in roast
The messy throat is soiling
                                        Tap into don't  like press pin       and free
                           the positives are eyeing
       Tap into sought and silk and tea
The rest is raw but searing

Thursday, June 9, 2016

The older I get to longer I stare at leafs

The older I get the longer I stare at leafs
          And taro has the back deck
Sitting Coffee table           coughing colors long past away and  not yet scene 
            Butter biscuits in morning air the stomach does the thinking mind off and tailored    and or tired and or both
  mind  high          have it delicately    
           Open the mouth not to death

   We shake it fast and dare other to watch itself.
           Or lip culture is alive and the Well ran
                               service industry  back      mind high
Orwell said the only thing I owe death is to die_

            Coughing dark lung and bad teeth
Well eyes alive and ran.
                           Pull my nerves system and braids  come out.  I think it's the same for everyone

                         Braids like that one
Looking like it likes to be looked at
           When I think we're all just waiting on jesus

          Or waiting   On  Jesus  pouring drinks for Jesus       misspelling in excel for jesus parking cars for Jesus
Selfies for jesus    and   loving thy neighbor for us.

                      And lip culture is alive and well
        mind high watching self making other shake it fast

Wednesday, June 1, 2016

I add olive oil to everything

Dear Greece  O mother
      dear lover and land of many ways
You have been matched at worst
      Unknown parachutes rest in hidden corners packed like Republicans pulling cock breath testimony
        Ironically  Not wearing     Verti_brae  sucking  on man nipples lacking the milk to feed
sucking there own cock   for life
                The plight of priest without olives
Too much    mixed      wine

     White washed and bane

                   There or rather here lay the gods of spirit Truman's pride
      Look how I love without olives
Like it   or next your boat varied beneath          

    the blue and white curling tangles
    of her       she  that can not be described                her the unannounced she
Her tangles magic love
    She   Politely       in English     known as

    The sea

Takes it  All beneath her skin.  When Lax the  thought of we
              And thinking again we could sail her
     On her back a pure bride moment
The live        eye sea      of sailing is contagious with olives.
    Bay Blue leisure  most with olives and the burning of oil politely known as light

       Dear Greece the lies are at it again. Casual dress bandits    casually cocked
        Your word is your bondo diss-spiritedly 
Binding  filthy edge to filthy edge.
   Your bowl cut doesn't matter
    Your banquet doesn't matter
      Your mow hawk doesn't matter
        Your Nazi flat short ear doesn't matter
           Your spread eagle blonde babes with Buddha eye slit bread and butter drunk slits craving yes 

               red skin   blue skin yes
saying yes     
        Pink lips cock ring yes
                      spread eagle to yes
moaning yes in the dark yes
        Proving yes
               does not matter without olives.
    And in turn she again can not be described
         Dear Greece the masons care not of the stone
Plug stone upon stone plugs upon me upon me upon stone upon me upon me upon stone upon
        Fuck you
That's why?

                   Dear Greece o mother, "no harm on thy bodie," s. Have gone through hell to tap upon glass with light noise to seek out least ness blog.