I love when red reds
ribs flying south ads
motherfucking mosquitos : my thai protest band name . we could make millions and cover ourselves in ribbon & wrist bands
whatever happened to the unicorns
hemming hymns
Month: January 2014
The world of topless folks
when your neighbors sleep on your head organs are nice as are orgasms
the man is a mistress in his academy
oral ocean floors that breaks into rows .
the story of the fist is narrated dust
the way piano wears the wire in our lungs
nothin like hey girl can u send me that pic on fb with your normal face & matching m16
about this typo
it was a typo
up with the many straw people
dresses in the lake
train mates exist .
or that I did anything for that matter . fuck money . fuck sex . fuck feeling . or passion . or heart . and music . I don’t think anyone even cared much that I was playing violin out of vitamins and yelled at .
with a heritage and lineage that was lost she was called flower suffering from the heat . the baby birds hatched .
I will in the next year need to move to a different country . patient packs of girls in crowded areas collectively desiring . I made you come don’t ignore me cold in thailand running a bit late .
when welcome met creepy behind the water shop .
fabric
fabric in your
in yours
(staring saxa) at all the spirals from the orphanage
those
bragging about
a boiled rose
when people give too many thread eyes
her brother would consider
well in your
tsunami basements in the monastery
in your eyes
in yours
a fabric fame rose
hed come back & ask me if I practiced
I was in love & couldnt put the
(lost in a boy named song
shes circle is circles
dry to loneliness
bambie (ashes in some doe eyes
cool with our hair let down
day, he told blow our cool with our hair down
the tag sold into human trafficking
love puff
pale cat & cozy
pools
stay on the roof till one
not a word
the influence of a package
britches nubile and pregnant
I would like to cool
prosaic and discursive economy
aphoristically charged and stemmed with
the waving way sense of four letters
gets emotional
I belong on myself
and soap, Im in need of some soap
I could disappear and life would go on
the irony of nature and pencil skirts
infects
lets just do this
infection ebbing
the exs father who tried to kill me
sent me a congratulations
the irony of the dwelling
like nothing happened
I was going to say something like:
hey I want to keep things cool at work, but I would prefer if we never spoke again. ever
thanks
and then realized his amount of idiocracy was far too grand to worry with a request
quite smitten with the word whimsies
when I imagine whimsies I take pictures off kittens and jacked lighter collections
if you think that god is a mountain there is no reason to also love the murderers with pitchfork nightgowns in the soft wet of the morning
dancing on salt blocks
deeply considering wrist warmers for this evangelical freeze up in this here
its a whimsies cult:
does god want you to say whimsies
you had me at whimsies
yeah it was just not meant to be
like nothing happened
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