Monday, 20 February 2012

Forward- Vagabond- 28







 

I've been seen making an effort when I'm drained. Pulling tracks out of my sleeve out of no where. Measuring where I cave in.

You might say you didn't chose me but you weren't meant for me and my lovely arousing rapids/ shameless tied tubes/ sweaty sobbing everglades. I'm a vagabond. I can't believe the hermit brought the jealous to the aquarium.


Don't jump. I make faces when I'm stalling. I'm curvy when you realize you didn't allow; any singles to pass through a double- date. Ending in your face.


Trying to cipher affectionate-  anguish with a mime. Even though I love half time, I know I have to double it. I can't wait to start at one again, and get the spontaneity going at the park. Too soon?
You have to know the rule of 9 In airing the world out. Things have an edges to them. You need to get to know my edges better. I'm fucked, I'm in love, I'm trying to figure out what's wrong. When your constantly looking for accidents, you might need to be saved from being a hero.

I'm not going to spree your ass, but I will try and make it easy.
Targeting bulls eyes immediately, thinking about it forever.


Not saying I'm amazing, but I am amazing. The people on the front page will never be single.

 
When I'm not worried I'm prepared for a come back.

With my Mr Potatoe Head Cup, and a chin stand. I'm having a starring contest playing scrabble.
I refuse to barricade. Just exfoliate.

 Nothing can stop the kitty, they need to feel pure intention. Intentions that are good.
Remember to ask when I say I'm going out. Tricks in the bag.  As I meet a perfect score, before a true loss. Don't lie.

  I need to go on a family walk.
You coming? figure out your lost resources or your privileges. Whiskers at you hip and your lip. Do you think kitty's were the first frogs with teeth?

Trying not to be soft. Pushing, how much adds on to a step skipping a jump? When I make you fetch your dreams to recognize my side of mercy. Even though I think the cement is my safe haven, the grass has a good slide.

I'm a fool doing ballet, probably catching my jump saying I gave enough room for error!

 From the lavish sorrys, to the poise get- go, to the bubbling captions, and ringed fences going loop threw loop
.
its a fight for the most in line, or the most awards points.


On the narrow path, looking at the sky, on my bike. You have to try to fly to be fly. Make yeah Bed Rock,  Pink Freds white and wild, with a tippy toe will.
My five senses are isolated. Asses don't stare.
I hold the fort down .

Is it better to know; amazing lyrics- but cannot sing? Or can gracefully sing with misunderstood lyrics
? Good thing I'm good at heavy lifting.


 The height so enormously tall, I was calling it heaven or hell, because some teenagers are worshiped.


I might be in past my feet. But I'm motivated from a father who could lift a pool table.


I took the don't walk all over me route. 
They say- the last one to enter in the game is; first.


Got a fish named Henry and, he loved to diet. He didn't want to live in a soup bowl. He swam like he was running Super Bowl. Glittery like a Palace of Super Star's. He had his own village like Sponge Bob.
We're too good for people.

    Dressed in navy blue. I'm inventing a new type of nirvana. I host the jab in gab.

Snatched in an instant- The warden is keeping score I better  lock, stock, and barrel; my pay- roll!

Transform: The out skirts. At the bridges corridor with a cavern, a mellow, and a magnified glass
. Home is where the heart is.


I'm a New Million in purgatory on the earths surface.
I like to hang arm and arm, sometimes its a tug of war. Little things can feel chunky.

Dropping something I don't say fuck I laugh a lot.
Whats my game plan? To not assume a drop in heart rate.

I'm treated like I don't have explain my absence. When I'm thinking of someone absent.
Known by heart, susceptible to thinking sap goes a long way. Love comes first place. 


     With or without motion. Animals easily are 97.5501%  Looking for something spontaneous to attract there eye. What you going to do?

      You ain't feeling better until you are representing what you are taking. When the other 3.4498% React with strictly your decisions on the trophy shelf.
Did finding gold, include peace; with our arbitrary power? I have to wonder; if doubt is stupid. Am I full of myself- when I call myself a survivor?
  From the skids- to the bluffs, to the nutrition, and power?

 I'm taking Monday's- off in the larghetto. To see what I can make better walking the dog. I hope the prank phone calls stop.

Rolling my eyes, I know what stupid dumb is. It's funny. Sometimes its 'staying- alive'. I've been untangled now I just got to string together: my next step. 


Figure you can't take away a mans traveling space. While you can't take away a woman's; presence: without saying ''meh.''


Back in the day my thirteen hour days may have been friends with the dirt, and finding my debit card. While the last I learn t, I hadn't heard the harmony's that come out of me.


Having a cow:
scared of Dear; eyes sprouting- out; once a year, and the cycle begins again the minute: after. Talk about a birthday, starting over again. How old are you now? 

  I remember your ''what about the second after'' look. You remember to look when my eyes change color. Which reminds me what you think of me.

Love your job, and I'm in your pocket. Don't, and your- in my pocket.


 My posture is in the horizon. Hoping to mark the first: three- sixty; from an artist trying to lift something; way out of reach.

Hard to budget; a sixth sense- with oz; controlling, your adolescence.
I think I'am thinking faster then my pulse.

 What happens when: threw the trees- past the fences: time starts going slower-  then music?
Pimp: you wouldn't see more tears then; a ice- cube if it was up: to me. No assuming the beginning if it was up to you.


Hoping to get to know the people in the magazines.
I'll be proud making it to six years with a person.

I'll be sterling to see me: in fifteen years, I'll be bullet- proof; in thirty years.

I'll be remembered in fifty- years. The horizon will remember me; in seventy years. A women made it too: one hundred and, twenty-five years of age. Its up to you to stamp your name on me.

I may spend my budget in one store. but leap frog never seemed so cool, until croaking made you actually listen to your health. Maybe if the government didn't lie about death.



 Resulting in spins; considered as much as mounting: a scissor- lift- thirty- nine- times when I say I hope I don't have any bad habits.Ignore art once it will ignore you for three days. Got to jump on the saddle.


Turn over my exam; for the fount of dry tears bluntly: over the horizon. I get to chase an honest; wink. While my partner targets- by any means.

I'm good at doing three- dimensional s: dividing you face into three hoping; to see, hear or speak of no under-hills. I'm switching gears. I'm airborne, alert, and at your serivice.

Running in a zig- zag. Stalling when you repeat yourself. In over drive in the vicinity of leaving something out. Over heating when we leave each other without a hug.


One- ups ten-folding my jeopardy. While I'm modifying a den. Twinkles mean more to mystery then a black- hole. I'm caving in.

My slogan is playing dumb can't be good if I'm playing dead at a party. But- my goal is to save; A last kiss from: a rhino.

  If the Rhino wins you'll act like I'm a zombie, while I know I'm still a force to be messed with. I've seen too many expressions. If I let my Grandparents down they'll haunt me.

Even if I'm playing leap frog, You know I'm really hoping to run. My dream is dirty jobs, or sports. Not just what I want to do, but if there was any possibility.