With a home: come's a clear view finding nothing; distracting. But keeping a glass on the table. Hoping I can count on the worth of a droplet at any given time; relaxing.
Preparing for retirement in the office. Is just like coffee. You seriously want more? MMM Bread. With tea leafs, because I don't like coffee. It will suffice, thriving.
With anything- you can ask for at once during a single wish. Or everything- working and waiting for the kettle to boil. Investing for one a drink, at a time. Your really lucky if the loafs; pop in slow motion like golden popcorn.
I'm in The Backyard of a shingled Home. Going -light's, camera, action,''pa- lease, and tanks'' I'm surrounded by a clear blue sky. I like to think I can find a white spot. Probably not.
I'm so thirsty I could chug seven- Water Melons. My shoulder blades are up lifting the chanced; word- forever. I'm like the fat lady singing with my cup. Who could really use a microphone so I know what me being distorted sounds like.I hope we can be friends. ''Wanna lift yeah wing?'' ''Cheers''. Don't put your hands down. Can I have a hug?
I'm a magnet for shelter. This is too dropping it like its hot. With acknowledgment.
I'm going mobile with my flask. Going to venture from islands, to practitioner's, to crash dummy's, to the community. Probably in that order. I'm being homeschooled for now.
''heh aww''- that sounded like A Donkey. ''heh heh'' that sounded like George Bush ''ha ha''- Nelson from The Simpsons.
Eddie Murphy laughs like Elmo.
So, ''o ha'' like Queen Latifah.
I think Canadians defined funny. ''Fun'' ''eh''. Staying above fifty percent of motivation is easier with quotations.I think we're all high on life. Like what the fuck was I thinking when I started this?
If your scared of death: your scared to live.
If A Man goes down, I want to know why. A bitch, and a dog- need a full fridge; to feed The Rich with your stick of voodoo and her however not shredding things.
With a fight without a home. Get a cane and some hats. We're having a date in uniform But thats only if you say so.
I could get a Back Room the size of an Attic, and fit what I need in it. That show you how to move A Cosmo. Your a loon when your- putting, your float: back- together; yourself. Its over, and under-
threw thick, and thin. When asking: Why Me? Why them? Why now?
The idea of suicide reached its depth: when you have to switch sides. Everyone says be careful what you wish for. Like if the world ended, we'd lose our pride.
I'm the return of the split in two. With my Dream Catcher Ring. I expect a million just not one.
I'm making an effort. Like the Moon sitting on A Cloud. You say ''so, duh'' until your so high you tell someone, ''I will never let you fall''. But I meant it.
Even though, I'm working the grave yard shift.
So when I draw on your back I'm thinking, From a surface to a point, if I make you flinch, it was meant to be.
I know your out of my league. But everyone knows my dreams it seems.
My reflexes disliked being ignorant so much- like I am. That I waited for show, and tell; until the perfect time.I saw disgust in lust. I've been told to wait- for help. I've been told I could be anything- I wanted to be. You wouldn't just: Ghost- Ride, them; down a hill.
Mutes; are mute, because they are too beautiful for you. So now I'm stalling. Letting true meanings come out only if you let them. Like fuck my life. What's happening?
I think an experiment to turn a flop into a rollover, into a 360. If someone jumps off a bridge will you join them?
Understanding what happens when your face- goes- green. I'm inclined to not beg for you. Your inclined to initiate me.
You feeling me essay?! I'm going up.
Insert my name here. In the cavern; finding the beaker in the bunker: very blessed. Looking down with no mercy, Knowing it started with a hole, and a beak. Or was it a door, and a clock?
You find a welcome salute, surfacing a hand- shake. Becoming a group when someone walks in, and is able to tell you- your all really; alive.
Keep your dirty secrets. Make them stories when I make you say- the trunk is more then the basics. In this tank I'm running off of push's, and grudges, weaves, and strands.
Bitches thinking ''Ewe. Ram; it in deep!'' makes A Sheep out of me?
Well then don't.
If only one would decline spine. While saying ''you banging!'' makes me want to shine. I really wanted a relationship. But I've never found it so hard to say the word ''with.''
Winking at ''long necks'' Make Tonka Trucks make sounds like Seals. I'm hoping not to let myself down again.
The Dentist is your Super Hero. Sometimes attraction is fragile. Whats your plan? To save my tongue.
I catch lies, and bury them. Bury them- giving you full reign. Next to Christ. So Red Rover- some Holy Water; over.
I'll land a trip bring you to your knees- then your feet.''Hut hut.'' Not giving cheers too a heart ''ache.'' Just adjustment.
My running long jump isn't high. I make the hurdles when I think your doing ballet.
Pointing out a slow start, and a powerful ending. I'm a coward when I quit.
Imagine God had power over fire. Having had power over warmth.
My mind body and soul are blown. If you ain't going to do it your whole life, your going to die young. So I gotcha by the nose.
I'm creating a scene- hiking up my pants. Convinced the outskirts come a dime a dozen. Like there is no dying breeds of Humans. I'm saving my turbo for for when I blink, hoping for a spontaneous vision.
Well consider this valentines at a church a first, and I'm littering his lawn with; gifts. Not mentioning I did it.
I'm having a drink while tossing the previous one in my nap sack.Groove with a dope, scrub with a jewel, Grind, with a squish. You win some, you lose some.
I'll wait for you to ask me too acknowledge my ''ready'', ''go'', from the; set.
If I had to explain my epiphany. I'd compete against motors skills, tolerance and octaves. We were probably laughing, and then bellowing shoot. Knowing a damn skippy. While- tips are thanked''. I hope we're both grateful we're in this together
The real game of trust starts with a catch me. You don't believe in karma but your alive, you've received this massage.
I'm a woman in the heat. My love is glamorous from the pit to the stove to making me hot. I say their was a contagious look of I can't believe your there. Read some directions. The Colony's are really waiting for unity. Well I'm in dirty laundry. With jet leg knowing I'll screw up crossing the street. If I don't justify getting my lean on.
Who came first? The genie, or the lamp?
Spot me here, spot me there. I'm circular, I'm easily off balance. I'm square- I'm going to get some shut eye. You think I should? I'm a stripped bitch.
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