and I thought the thoughts were something coming from, but the germs dispute the meaning of our crying. a better world for circles made of foot steps
w/o flying and know one nose, i know i fuck'd it up. buried Genes said it out "I do" guess the grass is dying for a reason because I haven't fed it yet. This is the reason I'm really dying - without a change= is a silence and I want this grass to grow. a knighted (a) shape (b) white or © black it ends - the ends of which no ones know. 1 dream, comatose, one thought 3000 years a chronic, disney forgotten think feathers instead of ears. One regret. Mao the chair man, break a piece off, forgot to try so I drank a 40 and threw him in the river, where i will stab washingsington as an indian cause everyone deserves a second chance. a person should be a name in equal parts, and washington is not a man, whose fabric woven foundations of the powers seeing black for death … unless white can use their machinery, the biggest power, wrong Washington. You must have been in so much pain. Luck a sign, i go thru doors but your pain was only a door to breath and water, food to live and lead and money money be man dear old dear old Washingtan. make what i love while .... sex aint true
I float in a cover above darkness
i float in a boat darkest silent for not a moon a light is something other.
i world a place i lost it fall to wonder
i wonder's a mistake jump'd in illusion. ask DR. You are not gliding
You are flying
P.S. I have SOO much writing. Booms, how do you feel about me posting my own writing on the blog?