Even though you lost
the fight over somthing else
Life can . . .  but not yet.

You're asking me
If I followed you today
And when I agreed,
this was just an awful place that's life.
I dance without pants.

From Ben Dover MA
  U are not my soil ph
  a NYmph minute fan

on't like me. .
On't be

Hell is a hug
Know I know! I'm nowhere

CC me
let's get to Journey's
In the Sauna and two feet away
We'll sing the Na Na song...

     Nah nah nah nah nah nah
     Nah nah nah nah nah
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah...

Refrain

I'm  --   fine -- days away

  kissed the locks lament,
" It's failed.."

In one breath  just wept.

Caugh.   It up  exchange
Shapes  us when we shake It's late
       out.of it.  this time.

Some.
Are idiots
Joking at my hair

I'm letting go of
the closed mouth
Shock
Nothing but silence
After the world recovers

Before time arrives.

Gold Nuggets are hate black;
Until you scrape off the dirt

You are a hard prospect
try not to go crazy.
A little dog
By a euthanasist.

Look. Sweet eno.
Life in the back of a police car

Tornadoes don't wait
 leans in to watch
    Takes over
us
    turns
     with
         a
           kiss

Talk to a thin
Knows when to leave
0504

With an idea of tattoo...
Is this your first time?
And you realize
You are being said something Too too young,
To said this is you.

Said means saying
In it's oldest English

Beyond The North
  Beyond The Ice
    Beyond Death

       Our  Moment
    Our  Happiness

There is a way
Beyond the storm
Through the ring of the ring

       Point... to the light
           Yourself... a light

If there was a reason
You have to be fun.

I have to try
And this gun and me
Are really good dancers.

Night is filled with thy vice.

I wadell.

Rock et plant
Reset my goali love this chat room but plant taking it out
Iwakupahlone
Buhwwhawhawhswhaawhatvtoutiyt

If I'm your's - heart ache
I'm not responsible for
your choice of mistakes.

to receive doubt was
       just when it needed my most
  It missed you just once.

Oily ruby plush

their petals burst the puddle

 fighting to combine

Coupled sparrows can
  carry their huge coconuts
    as Europeans.
 
. . .

to thee
I propose again
By metronome
Tell me how has the time bent be tween us

I feel if you can tell someone
You are sad that is beautiful.

Fly tied to a string
Run up at
    uncrowded waves
Last night to surface

If I was the old dog
moments you went away falling
Tattoo or carve
Shoot
Fumble in this ink

If We can't breathe Guess -
Just Stop choking ourselves - makes
This Chat a  good sense

And I don't see empty trees-
I see branches as people dancing.

The path we take is up on us.

Let's throw this
I'm corners glad
And let's get off

Poverty won't starve -
. If in always, it knows me
This Life, I can have.

Why? Did the chicken cross the road? Because it just got it's head chopped off.
just is the reason
blind justice.

White t-shirt
blue jeans
feel incredibly die
Till

Your *** greatly parts
the Red sea with "Sesame"
Breaks' Bad disc'uzion.

Keeps me in bed... sighs
Trust - she needs bothering dreams -
To slip her my tongue..

I stare at the diamond
like I know what you're saying.

Done without my name from d God

If you can tell a friend
    That you are sad is beautiful.

Down here it's just dust and dirt
Kicked up into the atmosphere
But in another realm angels are having words.

IK it must be hard (to call me)
because i'm not on-line (most times)
(and you can never visit me there)
just wondering if we are ok
but why didn't you call me by landline?

I made this my problem.
so that's why my plans have gone unnoticed
to arrive on your doorstop (to leave a note)
to tell you- you should've called
instead I'm standing asking, #Why-am-I-not-being-liked?#

FYI sideline
often by hashtag - which is a string of confetti
tied to this note on the door-
that signifies it being outside the letter.

moving on no.  I'm not destitutionalized.
but it's been a nice choice free healing to me
and freely to you.

I'm cellular-phone-plan free 1 1/2 years.
and it's been great not to have it,
but as convenience would have it
this letter you probably will not read until
months later
when you finally make it back to the cabin.

Ps
Broken window wasn't me.
I think you have bear problems here.

I've seen things...  you wouldn't believe. So it
Can Attack your shoulder
of a bright morning. and watched on your arrows
Tiny sharps All those moments gone
On attack and all forever
Write in the rain
Post structuralism
A narrative

All the white beaches
Are just coral fish  
  Into dive.

It's
The light on the bedroom wall
And the constellations
Xhello

Thank you for helping me keep good habits to follow daily and nightly.
And, to God,  for just today
if nothing changes change me so I'll go forward saying this,
I'm a changed man.Amen

I do not think we asked why we are dying, but why we had lived.
When life itself seems lunatic, who knows where madness lies?
Perhaps to be too practical is madness. To surrender dreams — this may be madness. To seek treasure where there is only trash.