Spreading an IDEA?

You can write a book. That you can write your own book. Because you are
everybody. If you have something to say, and you try hard, write every day, you
can do it too. That your choice of self-expression even if you haven’t studied
the classics, can be inspired, can inspire, can be beautiful.

The idea:

Writing unconsciously, writing what you feel is there to be written, what is

uniquely yours, is
When you do something, paint a picture, write a song or a poem, or take a
photo, you are doing the absolute highest job that exists on this planet. You are
creating. There is nothing like that.

Not stopping so you can keep going

Moving forward
How to write to free yourself

Part 1 - Living through change in the town

I would alight skills to the race. I would race new fat faces into grease, ready falls and
Newton thunder. No fakes. Single queens, more past that you could queen again and
again, because the end can come early and abruptly. Each false coolie so that you
could early on and on into early eternity. Not free young virgins but grown mothers,
the difference between spring awakening and spring. Cloud over the crowns, are all
my young friends composited? The same single queens are the new adult spring.
The swim at new would stilt at spring. Ready fells and fallen trees. New up springs
have no fakes. Grease, ready the new in outs. How to advance grease.

Live Part 2 - Our president on TV

Tonight the shape or balm. Tonight, now, not will. I can see, tonight, the shape or
speaker could express a language or another shape, a Nation, that could express
more and also describe, not in traditional words, but with more youthful color, with
flats and then flourishes, and words in other languages.

Lose your tongue on stones or around bubble gum the way teeth can be started.

Bubble out of gun stores. Be daddy. Be quiet one man and once man landed in term
table cell. Stop crying, and don’t keep crying until I’ve heard you say You said it,
giving Ame and Amy credit.

Stilled to last from honesty. Paper backed in gold, dandelining your hands in the park
until they’re backed in paper again. Squeaming to shape gospel, to house hope, and
scram.

Hope to pet bricks and tell Tom hey Tom, stop here. Led wif Welfut vinegar, dynamite
motion. Make fare, and then spill glass. Stop wet here.
Name fair Nike for its name. Rang a skill hand on a baking pad. Round and round

belckle land. Still from light, camming real hair, delippering light so its case is straight.
One blood is no case for having bent a whole rhythm. One crane for mystery is two
more movie stars. No flip. Not caught out queen. It’s hard to leave anything living.

marking on trees
Not for marking on trees, but a love for deep, towards, without moving, skin towards
plus with dreaming, and fear for not, like a dog to follow his nose. Follow your nose.

Just as two men met

Just as two men met
with burn beats from
barreling on a cold hand, still fuels interurgent, two tiptoeing in a drum. Barely cold
but lit, not two met with burn beats but one bet met with one. And so beating that the
lodge fails, and there's confusion.

Wet ground
Wet ground don't intake too much grims to score past Borston. Just clear and
advantage
and side. But there's an opposition to poetry. "So don't call it poetry. In fact, never
tell anyone they are reading poetry." It's like poetry in a way though. It's really just
writing though. I want to write short, beautiful sentences that come together and
mean something. And they're surprising. Unexpected. "OK. So OK. You're doing it."
I don't have much of an attention span. I can feel others don't too. Sun not retrieving
any light. Sun just powering.

Hearing that there are signs of Christ’s return

fruit tree blossoms
black mangrove
ragweed and vetch
penstemon, cinquefoil, sourwood
elm, alfalfa, wildrose
berries, chicory, cucurbits
Somewhere inside it is the song of coming Christ
coated with pupae. Constant smoke, a lot of smoke.
Mayan crusty woman would say: Turn to the world, turn der wild, cross as der life,
into wild.
To equine vision, who lie by sexless one year old. My heart.
Your two dark barns, who lie to meat and milk and hide,
who riders ride their horses deep, who stand, by time, awake, who like evolution.
Pregnant mares, who dig where of a time release, that are world hoofs, evolution.
Bee disease and paradise, look at the tree.
The bees first take themselves back to their house to roost on their perch.
House connected into abode. Drove breed. Do not sleep, rest or break.
Assume of man, dear bees, who left at horses, who left is trumpets now,
where are bakery, to might unravel, are who are close to, with me, to Golgotha, a
mountain.
Equus...Ass or donkey, Equus asinus; the Mountain Zebra, Equus zebra; Plains
Zebra, Equus burchelli; Grévy's Zebra, Equus grevyi; the Kiang, Equus kiang; and
the Kulan, Equus hemionus, including its subspecies, the Onager, Equus hemionus
onager.

Move along line near the woods, you will have them busy again, bobbing like
hummers.
Where are they, they'll soon be sipping honey. They bathe alert and the faithful to me.
A brick and cocking walls, holds his knee well, says the winter knows how long
trouble can be carried out.
KING, when the regiment of light dragoons,
I may the only right I have, the right one, but also the ear lift, and shortest.
By it, a man is footmade significantly a horseman for a soldier.
Do you know how great I stand to live about in my life attention because of you?
Winter bees, I do not see, dry men to onto, any mention of theirs lives at night, or
rifles in the stores.
Nine in time for morning work.
It can be no more the city in the middle of the park, food dumped, broken bottles,
door kicked off its hinges home. door kicked in the doorway home.
Less of that, to none. The fresh.
I live in a world with no clear sight towards a beginning.
But a time for drive time, for school, go there, and not the 'do it, do it, follow it',
how you think after some writing.
It right would have led me,
into a zone, right? And I would not be here now.
So to what I know a child knows, and has it bent. Tell me then, how you think it right.
Do you know the light that I would out of, for word, for word in a field, in a town for
three days.
Three days, and a woman in cancer before a fire with her daughter.
Royal Jelly still began, with news, and a lighter, and sticks,
raiming I man through rhythm without heath, near plants pots, through roses,
rosebud, rosebud. Cherry tree, cherry, nearly near Cher, above and peachicks at
end, near end, not whereby there are bees, what do you mean. I don't know where is
the lion in this mess. With bees around a blue cloud and a roll. Through bees to bird,
to high of a central story.
Because my thoughts is dog, or as a beetles swarm,
with settle, who have the rest in a quarter of my body.
In my mind I would like that rivers, always mind, would right the time,
not that terrible things that happened in my father's life,
or what I read what happened to Jesus.
It not be lost, that nuts would lost in secret in a rot belt.
A man in a swarm of flies, would write that mics.
How with depth touch with stinger tips,
which mow with men towards open tongues.
Hard tho, but takes to women all that's hearts I could,
who takes to women who'll step.
I want the broking of the sky. I want down to broken too.

A bird in hand is worth two in the bush

Visible bird down from nature. But the two in the away bush, the tweets, calls to
money, the bird in the hand worth two in the bush cut away from birdies to Bet. But in
the by bush is past by and again a choice, the very best, my fingers around a brown
swatch ticked from nature, born down, washed in the seas in a cafe. I hold what it can
before it can return its nature. What I have in my hand came from that place, was the
founder.

run out
Not burned out to squeeze a trumpet in silence, not the still grade to move poetry,
not the caught out still child proof of ten fin things, of tough to ho, then the cool of
another until after, and running through, filling thoughts with it's on kid, still on proof
of death and of thinking sorrow, of pansying felt up and things on tins. No chances on
come from them, no lift on thought spring, no occasion up spring to endure chances.
Chance after chance, both end schooling up, adagioed out.

Sunset by the barn

Reading for the book, barn to red proof: Blue light still fed over black bean town,
a crude to fit and cruel. What fruits are there to scold? Is there some evil tradition
in records that fill themselves? Is there something up in breeze? By morning born,
given light, fruit gets by you and not turning to shade, not riching to grip, not creasing
or swissing and fell, but Melvin in a tip, or set crews, whisping gray fells, gray on
stands down the same shrinks as a month ago. Fruits and fruits, over and over. Fruits
running, fruits cut from proof, sons of fruitflies, all delighting the fan.

Track meet
One running day takes two evenings,clear carol in a breeze. It’s not the same, but a
watcher can hail father on a break. But sat at his note, thinking out where to be aloud
but a ready turn in movement to Bic with order, live, believe, and monk those outside
valuable hundred new.

How the farm has changed

Every smoke was saying this city was going to start again. Once bud land now fruit
crips in rows. A net over for fear of frost from cold.

Compliance statement ETSITS 123078 c3190, for me. For me. Real cost for. In my
room I better handsome, more clear and likes to talk. Near shame on real devouted

This is my only can, so touch more at how, with music, and combing your hair

Holding you without you gives a little further than it should. And on pitch I can call
imitation, evoking you at the song. But the next song’s not to keep running.

It would work by another name if I built that name. I know that and here’s the chance.

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1.
All of the songs would be long and I would still scream, afraid that what I love doing
has all the power over me, and I have known to show others. Every kid beyond my
desk has it, even senses he has it, yet...nothing. Without my desk, without a doubt,
what and how I love only. This day best, not exactly to love, not truly, but to make at
work from colossal paper. Not all the best are for that

Never so free from shame that actions mean nothing. Young enough actions just
to perform, dressing like a woman, playing dead, drinking and hugging, singing
whistling, driving fast, laughing loudly, never afraid, and can't be hurt. If someone is
afraid, if someone is filled with disaster, any of the songs would be long and I would
still scream, afraid that what love is has awful power. This day best then not exactly to
love. Not truly.

2.
A plane, a plane in the middle of the sky. Trees from the woods towering a moving
place. I'm the chance to do it. Do it. OK.

Moving place across the picture. Access to this picture, skies and woods there's form.
I'm the chance to do it. Do it.

A plane is in the middle of the fucking sky. We're dull if you're only looking for more.
Building now in intricacy, now, ruins buildings in makars. Not all the secrets are for
your good. Not all the best and not all for good. These middle of the fucking goods.
Across the picture, sky and wood, you were confused with me. Never let it be.

3.
Whoever sits, they can sing and hash but I will have to hear their wisdom. I'll have to
how sometimes. 'It's not well understood'. Well understood! and poorly translated. But
it's the only thing that's in the big 'I don't care what you do' that's in the sky. Do not
believe in it. Stay taught. Sound ended in my eyes, was took up by sent in images.
Eye glasses on story, stir it, fix it for it lays by heart for your entire life. The big ‘I don’t
care what you do’ that’s in the sky. The great ‘do not disturb’ is not well understood.
Scared by us and trusted, never talking. They can sing and hushed, butt hullabaloo,
I’ll never hear the wisdom. I’ll have to ‘how’

Once more, or desert years...

one more desert or four more years
Once more, desert or years, years of placing and in hand. Nears of all that
bridges. Near class in home. Near more friends and an accomplished free. Three
accomplished and free on time. Once road is not to filll hands. There are summers
others. And cool or fit and met, or met and real, and tender. Or drive to fire, and new
on, new can on. Lights not silled in, tanning on it’s full.Cans on its filled with plan
black. plant plan t grub and to pin back.

In my room where there could be more runners. Once road not inhabit, but skill
and practice. Men who run and inherit to race. Aggressive men, standards of men,
precision class.

Every day takes time. Every hour or plus requires freedom. Honesty and note are not
required.

Once to mean and regular, to dream your Haley or your Hale-bopp. Clear crayons out
of my mind or body. I don’t want to just be obsessed with this. I want to alive in town,
in this world. This is all there is. I want to hear the church bells here at 12, which I’m
hearing. Very warm sunny day, it’s April 30, 2011. I’m 31. Chances here have gone.
There’s nothing to place me, and I’ve done nothing for this city or country. As far as
I’m concerned, anyone good to me is tops. I’d do anything I can for them.

If I was ever close to being anything I was close to being a teacher and a father. I
have been lifelong and for either of those if I had to. I would have arranged my life to
those things. I’m as close as I’ve ever been now to a writer. Now it could slip away.
One day it will eventually slip away anyway.

Fit to crime
What to control up front, what to wire and send. What’s to up front and confess
a crime what you haven’t don’t yet. It’s in your ear to become a man, a man is to
his heart, not a murdered though, just a master slave, a moving walker not to be
possessed by square from a black mix. 1865 inside me. Master and slave, free and
man mystery, both run underground and above ground, each tracking to the same
lake output, each corning to.

A good young man is full of grass stains, excuse just of grass stains. He doesn’t habit
a tree like romantic lovers. You tell me I can’t lovers. He matters the whole forest.
Once strange gone, don’t limelight the passenger.

Once matter any other (another) excuse, just looking what man makes. You tell me I
can’t. I tell you don’t wait, on about your day. Once you’ll get it. It might be years, but I
won’t be gone. Who won this fucked up world? Did any see its chances?
Once hard not to keep growing.

Here’s the edge. Here’s what well.

Maybe writing doesn’t have to drain you. You figure you may be writing to build on
itself and make you want to write more. That it could work that way.

Once sail each day lived widowed. Once sail per day, one sailing age to move past
vision. Scale Claus way to nearby and near treat any young child. New how bricks on
her eyes. New how and wild chances. Near break not to devour. Scale plates. What
arrived in summer. Bed body on hails, new crip+. Sled like on new fill body.

To last hands in the last hand box that want to hold once what we’ve created, life
and new it was under once we knew love and grace now we are just two again, their
son, not as black as he seems. Once written for, one choice now written for another.
Once more running invasion. To last hands and cutting version. Tonight the shape
or balm speaker. Tonight not how wild, not wild I can see. Tonight the shape or balm
speaker could express. A language or shape nation that could express more, and
also describe not in traditional ways. More with youthful color, with flats and flourishes
and words in other languages. Close your tongue. See around how teeth and bubble
gum.

Here we are all going to occasion and carry our own experience tell me, full time.
That’s going to be the status and working on this, for a long time, for at the moment,
for waiting on whomever, or waiting for a while. That this good moment will be a
good time for deadline 15.4.2011, now in its integration, will soon be a test. Vykocil,
Salauyou... both names of good men on their strings. New followers not thumping. It’s
not raining. Mans that fill on is a child.

Once wrot children slowly rot debunking. You want the children to leave slowly. You
don’t want the women or time; time is pressure to you. You think you’re reading me,
but you’re exhibit a in how I know the truth suit. The more you wanna say I got you
there and I’m one step closer to your woman. You’re a punk bitch with no channel,
and I’m all the networks. You think one person has a look past me? Just take a look
at the books.

Going one way. Not the other. Then the other. Knowing near anything, then knowing
nothing. Near sleep on ‘I’ll send to you’. Near product on phrase. What’s alight and
lean, alighting are crows settling down to the ground. Nice are near these cruises.

There to think, or new night away. there to think or new night way. gotcha. there to
think or new night way. Near to think or new night way. There to think or new night
way. Yeah. There to do it your way. Not the king. Not the edge or angel. Just its
breathe. and it’s set on you. Not to who’ll trial. Only the absolute. Only the that yours
and you. Only you. Only you.

Where’s as new, new as king, king on thinking,

king from time to near new, Once away on God, now to square anew.
No new left in thoughts, but now near clear, a summer on. New on thoughts, a new
care, a new.
Once once journey.

Where's that land that a man would ride to. Where's his voice. There's just two
chances. One way lit, there's the two still chances. No can come. No can come really
well. No can do it well.

What's there that led a man, Was there a lead man to let lie. Lying, on a quilt, would
still free and wet black. new cores on that shape would new yield. About a moment a
new yield. you and I are our both. together. I look back. I don't see a goddamn thing
just things that grew old and wise. Here is where what journey. Here's what end.

I know how to live now. More is walking out free. How once on a dozen streams
there was also had it. How can I say that? Because there is also a dream. There are
magnets and approval states. There are drives to behend with it. Lighting and school
and noting again, abreering. Beginning to seas. Now on skill life. I knew you and
your. You own fil top dream, manning, lighting, knewing. Still knewing claust. Nearing
by how school, funning up and revering. Once close, now kaputt. Music is freeing.
Magnats and approval states. My close free. My never again. About free.

Once man on slighting news. Apierced and cured from phase. How to get it in the end. Just to
watch and discover traction. Just to seem another watching.
Nears don’t share the same habits. One sat party from old bones, old pictures of common
and touching. Near shapes dangle on it’s and all sheen and sheer visions that are the same
like adventures. And then visions that are more square, and there’s not an event for them.

Pops that opening things that say and sing. Those songs are part of my life. Just my school
then that matches now, that leaving my life. Just my school memory, my each please 1, 2,
abc and every click or board erase and slimming grow to H. That sun matches. These says are
part of my life. This is how land backs memories. Pops that opening things that song and sing,
and near the I-I. That sun matches what it took.

Cold cast, sun on its premier. Fun ages its fun and it styles. For real.

This is an ocean truck. Can it fit? Better than a highway, water unlearns, unsinks, develops
or queers lights or violents black and sails Kato. Writing as unusual is its plant. Bell glass,
14:59 bell glass, coward this right to living, near-lame ‘believer’. There’s just one word in
this country. Bear. Seal parts of this county. Make me paint ‘I’ll just have...’ Just somehow is
hearing. An ocean truck fits my arms heart mouth and can. Watching is scratchy. I’ll just have
some early songs. No veteran ground, but believer in rolling row, very row. This is blood. Can
this live? Can this live, like water, better than a highway?

What’s one read house to slippery vision, basket a milks head. Near on class for Paul. Two
draws, one men’s house. Once hand, not to keep from owning. For what? I see no cares. Not
for what fruits once but what hand, then fabric. For one, try one chance. You’ll give every
year starting 10 years ago to the end, to its curious in your blank it but for one. Try the hand
and the pen is gone.

Once new adepted green freedom roaring growing. Once skill lost for life. No inhabiting
spring, a gas precinct on its new Nokia. Mine. New. Louder.

Tammy, Duane, Franklin and Dan

Now how on its ten, each new beach grass and its sets on. Tammy in its really. At the class
for kids. A piece of chalk is tan on me. I’ve viewer filled the glass. I’ve viewer filled the tump.
As hard as Dan, alighting lamb cord, Duaneing trees. Closing the diagram. Derossy fan, won’t
you remove fighter Jesus or chocolate. Fan kin, a lighting lamb card co., won’t summer
Franklin kinds. Lightning. Remarkable. In their dears remaining never filled, out to lake, but
held man hand reflected scale. Spring summer, it’s new lever back. Its new lever back and
up. It’s new back.

Once school, now drives nails. You a heels and hells, clear up dates, old dates, to leave my
hand. College tin to shape. One day I’ll lean you. One day I’ll walk you, I’ll strip off stand. No
rush. The monster from faith can can, but your as it is, your mom you love, you many and
you tell her, I’ll do it by steps. I will walk and dates hand shape prayers. One day, lil Strip,
for anything, for any count of time, 8, 15 or 3,4,5, any of them in any chocolate. Looks, love,
dates, old and young. I will love dates. I will do and I do. Ode Queen, practice.

Body of 10-year-old Anna found in the forest

New whiles bit plastic. There was hearing, a box from passing. Pennies were dropped
on writing. There was a man, calm glass for each book. I watch the vision perjure. I
wait by dumping in its developing bill. Linus makeup. From its free make up a bag.
Then the walls with hiccups, true fire on blood way to new design, to France, to
outpaying and unbugged, and unbuttoning. Still quiet chances on its from, no new
glass. Man on head. Mom is certain.

I can thinking about the waist way, the ending was for poor Anna new ways, someone
else nearly cripples what I said and what is said?

“Now young angel kills and all, in all as new as in the fewer ranges, double the snow.
Roof tide divisions on the sin tops of the forests, not the root in all measures but what
was believed gathering again in pain. Do not spend money on the link blocks. Too
much to caves. Signal everyone around you. Become someone, you some. Pain
not here. Push how you know our Russian friends equals mine as someone else. All
news to these mountains, where the mafia live.”

From one bag journey to ten. Moving around meeting new friends and a family from
how. No one can be that drunk that they can be heads down in a child. No but not
love. Taming road beside my boss clarifying hands on, not aiming or schooling or
wreck. Just one crass dream neat of how filling. Newming hand hard in its. The edge
of creativity is not its age. Just look at fronting, just style to breeze and dumb up.
Scale won’t slide for near me and drewing back to break, to believe pain to. Sum in all
doesn’t like. Course goalie doesn’t see it breeze. The one string game is on its own.
No near mind or dumb brain helmet. Once land and sand magic. Mens news age on
its over. So I says so near to and dearing and humping up or dry heavy to clumb on it.
Just one head in it, to its new and its drying bed body. Age is its stream. There isn’t a
cool deluxe amount of drum time that’s in it. Ages is fan. Eaches old man is one good
black and white. Its his aim. Once in the knees and head dream a new color. Its all
quiet to labor laser and its free.

Once new hail on drawing bat, once through center spring or cat spring. My tough
is out with thinking we no spring new road we all see through thinking. Mans on his
webber wannas force. All the roads nearby show shadows. What’s not your mother,
down its mannered manual convincing me that the water can’t be snow. Once heard
now heavy on its fit.

Once I look at that hole when I’m hit with a bad in seeing but good in grips, fulling my
choices to ever again feel it over a city Stee it over cloud cloud it on it. Hold presence,
and what’s once more to be lit.

About the school, new marinading meandering to. About one still school new beat
accepting sucker. At anything else, or in a deeper way why i can’t zoom in on those
planes.

Hoed from sleeping, snow in every ideas, divining wood. A vision of blue-likes
deviled free. Stayed to that vision, one near heavy was another Spring, a stayed
game, all eyes, not a night. In this school, the heart divines wishes, dims on new full
livers, develops single-out jobs, and retires pain. One kids journey is up an old man.
Funning men is told hard, possible. But the nearly black sitting backward from the
gleam to one day see enough, one second near a losing fire just as glowing as an
entire night. Targeting, treating, or owning are all parts of this field. Be sure: telling is
a lake.

Tell me when a woman kills a pig. Tell me how it’s blue and then a slight pink career.
One eye is drooped as it throngs, and one hand to proper soft on baby’s born and
how green, and piglets, and New Jersey that’s a tendency and a partner. I was a
loser and now that’s not a loser. There’s so little to liking this and so prone. It’s to
death for death, and death is happy with it, smiles all its life for life, for this, until
they’re very sometimes wrong.

Stilling and an adult shadow. How in new green man an adult ship in green mickey
forest, a thin müller virgin, odds the newest shadow not a loser in his newest shape.
A man who nearly killed my wife with child by a hammer, killed himself right over
there at those green house blocks there it was a prison. Whats a man then of the
seas, of the earth and the sun. Still get them their fortunes building their base. Now
I’m clear and its no clear. There’s no clear of its kind not by my words. Not for my
definition. For it.

Once new habit on had once one, an that new thoughter new comer or bringerer
sells sales on its hopeless near claims and come clear. Just that move to do more,
once on much more, not its gift, just its cool and near my on its chance, just a gift of
what read won new grips near hands new chances for its from one new school on
its rummer faces life and a slip school, a trident ‘also’ hot (not) its done but how its
man mouth to up front its man front from its new now. New in front of me is one of the
writers.

The new thing glass on its month mouth. Man on its watching my friend begin his
myth knowing and his new cool. Now what’s spinning and acting and ageing. Mans
on his new Cool, standing to track liking to well upset. Minding my own new on one
new heal is to its real is to at one moment real Mindy to one real moment in light or
listening well like moment Once an age and in those I know what’s real and there
isn’t any doubt paper crisped by days with me. There isn’t any doubt. There is just
one count to starting out, starting its class and rearing an individual there is one dark
room to class family. What’s its spotted skin its a hand after 30 years. 30 years when
it all stands classing Another school to hope and high. Man who still figure the dream,
come to plant near it to up.

High - to again up to young man. its new to pubert in its face and hands. New spirit on
its glands. new skat future, new rub and rhythm voices. New scares and hard noise.
New class on its jumper clear and clamming class. Standing up chances, falling in
love with this is a young woman. I thought a good to a young woman, nice.

Light or listening, welcome lamp, free chances on its new beggin, clamming littler
casing new joint. Once on its new hand knew its lighter. Man still SAMs. Started as
its fruit I started as its cold fruit I’m plussing to you here because of new nears and
aimed crossed promised One aim at N plus divisions, side at 2 new in my core.

Dell divisions past chances to Newmn run squaring past in an age, adding or
queering core funds on fronting to age again, not age tan or rule, but slip up on
fastness. Hurry core to summing. Not again tan or real, but slipping off process. We
are similar ages, one of two, two on (twon) clear cost and not its advantages. No one
near clearing on its edges, no one near clearing on its edges, a dozen of fruits better
off or their ages. One ages of fruit on its name, on its same angel run on its friend
man still from fry - come spirit; dress warm.
Then to work: To hold up, hold up still expressed free. welcome up (which is any

medium, society doors open) Ready to violent men, ready to leaving

blazing trails of such psychotic beauty, like leaves opening doors, blowing around
coming on that talent to spoil. Watch what happens with them its with a lot of
clowning wherever they sit. Never pay clean.

Against bums. if you say anything just remember you don’t live where I live, Zizkov.
Everything that’s still head in, ready to violent, fighting man you know where I live
not moves there but scrambling, shooshing shuttering (skuttling) or disappearing,
scattering. You can be nice if you’ll let it you’ll be used. But I have to be bound to new
ones even with them, even when it’s everything they can to mess.

For farmers
That route to lay land exists in our ruts. We stand for fruit, not for that weak word
but what it means to something grown from nothing. We have it in our standing age
and blanking at what it means, a built near-clear Chrysler, a house in a house from a
seed.

For drivers
Once new road made its challenges before laid down it was crossed over. Now I
move to make my challenge before I’m passed, laid down to be parsed.
You will find my rhythm in our practice. You will find its glow in food. Near define me
for its fronting. I’m here and I am facing frontward for him.

Detroit
Once new, rise on team Detroit, once new followers on skin. Now its depth. Decide
I’m not scared no one fears scaring by a branch in the foot.

What’s in my RAM in free. What’s my new in out descended motor, of rail cross
breceded brother. Once one raid on all our followers, once one can trip not to troop
or follower but it’s had. I’m each it’s had not, it’s shrimp follower, not a host. I have
projectors by bull, at last by its bull alias.

What’s your one thing you see, that’s yours here, and that you love and the energy
you get from it. You can figure it out. Don’t worry about what other people love. It’s
your love you are talking about.

A robot sees a future of his own by murdering his builder

My head or my new body. My near reach to a double my head. Crupt new glass. All
of future still reminds a hammer. Still bed on wet. Still occult sleep. Once near kind
on “dammit!” Once on my, and killproof, Fronter babed (based on attic) an attic. a
killer fronted on magic. Burble free.

Backing dogs on rhythm for what you I’m not still dreaming. It’s sort of a person it hits
to rest. While I sleep what’s the use but this given whoever me ok is that really me
difficult, don’t want, or searching a nice middling 4. I have the ability to moving it, to
turn entirely sure, sleeping with rippel. It was perfect as thigh over.

The days not gone, accrued into a few moments. The few give or take what we’ll
remember for 20, 30 years before they’re gone too. By then we’ll have new memories
to take the place of the old ones. And it’ll be that way until what we remember last is
so close to where we are, that it’s a memory very nearly of how old we are.

I just wanna see what’s place. I just wanna what’s clear, what’s open. Why I can’t I to
clear and clean Place for me and my family. Why can’t I a place to clean for me and
my family and my dream, writing.

You and I are the same, the same heel and thinking, the same what comes with us is
the same, we’re each other’s new voice. You and I are both one of our own. No one
clops us, a sound of this nature.

Seeing what is ten becomes a woman. But this never can. Liken no stupid way like,
ass like... bottom top, types or tips (sure that’s one tho), but seeing 10. Not til you
are just a kid. Your mind is no stupid way, no clear channel past glasses, and no
recovery.

But your mind is so stupid with no clear channel past glasses, and no recovery. A
woman is not a word but she is made of words. What I have done to put her in my all
way here. I would watch her. But this is nothing. This is just play acting. You’ll never
meet her and know her. This becomes a woman with no face, no history. You can’t,
and that’s my problem. I can’t do it as well as I can see. This, what I do, is letting go
of me because it fails.

Once devoured dream lay thin on hard, not landed. You could see her call my new in
your. Could see Hercu but thin calves and head pale, heart blank down. Her call. Her
name at my age is vita in bref, is its square, is fruit temptation and tattler. But score
fruit is its advantage brother.

Once scaled and placed king still sat devoured. Spring of space into handle her cule
on its skill and tam challenged on its space. Her name at my age is Tam Paulo. My
square at littler in the store. My just as you, its front from my advantage, brother.

What would front a man? Whatever would cost just shooting a man, a men would
clear to young boy, a man would clear to a fellow often. I near a prince I knew when
and I would still see what from fronters.

Two men in the bar sing for money tonight

Every can, kid is productive look at princes, man still sips cores to friendly or
occur. Science silence, ok. Silence and maths, ok. Every can kid is do as produce
production. Prover laster fill lock at prince. more still slips once man saw lock it was
providence. Once sol locket on the range. Once as great swords prominence. Guts
12.1985. 2011 Balls. of balls to forward its his. I’m watching the still hear of grace.
What’s guts for your love. What’s guts for your place and purpose? I don’t know it
yet, but I’m sure what I’m watching is great, immune, and its to score one lifetime,
whatever sentimental.

My entire mind is going into chocolate. I mean linear by long chchocolate. Boston red.
I mean, all my to you and to your word BLASTER. You one as even odds, daynight,
noonmidnight. My square rand softer to round. Each one days as it black. R spent
on flirts with kids on how. Why writing matters. I know from my Dad how convincing
anyone they should do something is a plan for peace. No crip in Howard. No Shell
in shield. My out is quail bang. My front is it’s flying near. My new guest on it’s
blackness.

Once one street is its had, I knew its front. There were screaching. There were from
fronts, about one sheep. It was a prize. Fronts on sleep was about prize.

Whats from but what’s from nothing kid just it’s true chance at woild. It’s alive cook at

promise. Squell can alive fell breeze. Norman house after can be
Normans.

I knew its fine on salary

I coudl shape my neck and feels good

your my new and my new

and my near at you cause just
from freely

Fit for alls and days

fit to know the man for all
he does not to write him free
to have done me to have
worked my own into frame
and no one elsewhere why
friend in always that it says
no to repeat or force someone
on something

Once historie for house

Once as bread and still fill
once as my new clue

Once picking and then another ten offcolor chances or pop chances once only over
school form
hand of Chances, it’s next cool
Man desires cool more cool
men cool to rehabit baby back nil feel actors
to swim in skirt result skirt on final rhythm
swims on rhythm not denying
how school kid fabric won’t scrap kid,
sil on his own against breakage
a wife breaks softly what’s challenging
Everything wif her can style
Quiksilver can outshell Nikey air
can begin plaster on its true
dumb old wise finally