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chalmes and ions in the pockets of nigh betwixt si calcifire, Neptune reaks in zen base fields of synergy. time overrules the factors of need and wilts the crevices whitch bloom. often each berry crept over lawn defacto. multiplying in symblicity. over dawn and hollow, under noon and rye. optuna leets bass shift in a minor c scale. never before has saturn been banned, yet the planes of serendipidy lye... still my contracts are dripping with seven eries.  elephant nonchalant write the palm. drift on a scry. same they are, same with a raft... night scales the opportune wish to dream its life open. left hands, maple tune and boss fried with a capital Fellow. tunes wait in the mirror for its long lost dove, so I reap with elements atop a barrier of corn. "seep your crest into thine", they tell me. so I sink into their indigo structures. "it's about a flock of bees". barren twist those rexerous hours, ever crescent, ever moving the fire. so Instead, "Imma

"A dime a time, Vladimir." They took a shot. Their eye was gauged out.  "Let me go on. Let me live a live. Let me be with my son..  Strip the merry poles of their ribbons. Who claims over this culture anyway?!" "Never more than a pound. A deal's a deal." The tallest aqueduct fluctuated in the growing breathing wind. You always feel safe. Forest canals were given, once, a former glory, a grand, "a superlative heiritage". It's nice to be seen on a structure with a planned name on their game. Tick box up. Done it. "What happened?" - by Northern lights, (one of the things I want to see before I fly away to the future). (Zero wide spread overcast theme. Blanket cloud: thinning.  People's opinions: Everyone's got one. ).

Sweltering on a bee's neck... Macromolecule Sativist of Modena, trick the lame, over the levy ties. Pep birds clem dirt on the passage. Race through sand, a leam carpet adapts to the terrain swiftly. Nettles stacked on a tinder-needle hay.  The principle hike landed upon her hair follicles in order to sleeken the don. A chain of fish create a champion to find out how deeply looseness swoons and struggles. But they became melancholous. Rah is all great in their swift tifferingos. Winding rackles spiraling cogs clinking bolts all sum up the obsession of themselves. A bitter lake laces beyond the gloom. Undefinable inspiration. And once you get the bag it's kind of hard to back away. Significance wains on the moors and there only. Community simply programmes its very own terrorist cause. Nostalgic drama series cause anxiety.  Over a voyage dream hovers my bizarre twilight zone. Only there.  He smashed the marble globe all full of red smoke. A bridge cracked a

        GO GREEN OR DIE! Skepticalicoccus criptic mention male dominance:faltering masculinity:fragile goats can do better & have Mete out the barley to those god given snakes crisp in a dew of heathernship The witches drone... It comes down to but a matter of what ten times that fact of crops. Litter in abundance. Ostrich quails in a blazing chamber. Rock the leaves and mead is drunk in the orchids. Cryptic key method waning, waxing, climbing, clotting the cream of luster.  But what is a shoe-shrine anyway?  Crips take the lead over a crescent bridge at the dead of knight. Oligarchs and olimeridians scratch overlaying j-drones inside of their very own minds. "Olive caw?" Not that it's over, a case of red wine, a flask of spittle-juice... "Over my dead body, Saint Nick", and then- "What is it time for the stick to be pulled right out?"

IN DANGER CReep AROUND LIKE A LAG BONE ALWAYS MENTION THE SIDE-SLICE LET IT BE KNOWN THAT NO ONE IN  A MILLION YEARS WILL BELIEVE YOU BUG BONES COME TOO LATE + TOO SHEEPISH SO NEVER CLOCK THEM KEEP YOUR HEAD STRAIGHT IN DANGER FIND OUT THE DEFINITION OF ZOOT SUITS SLIT OPEN ANYONE WHO CHALLENGES YOU SMASH THEIR FOREHEADS LIKE A HAMMER TAKE THE ATMOSPHERE OUT OF OTHERS  POCKETS (THEY HAVE NO RIGHT TO CONTROL YOU) FIND A BONE-BAG (USEFUL AT NIGHT) DON'T FORGET THAT IT CAN GET REALLY HORRIBLE WIPE THE SCREEN REGULARLY  DON'T EVER  SNEEZE

JOHANNE'S FROST WHERE IS IT THAT I NEED? SEARCHED IN THE CORNSTALKS A FRUITLESS TREE RISES TO THE EAST DEEP WITHIN, RUBY PEAR RIPENS CLENCHED ON IRON ROOTS QUARKS + MEASONS SNAPPED + FEL L HEART SPARKLING FLINT MITES FALLING IN LOVE WITH THE NON-EXISTANT  RAW BLUSH ON THE ARTERIES FEEL IT REST CRAWLING AROUND INSIDE A LEOPARD LICKING WITH ACID TONGUE INSIDE MY BREAST (ENTWINED WITHIN THE DARK NIGHT OF MY SOUL I HEARD THE ANSWER IS TO STAY AND FIGHT)

Over a leaping thistle bounced the crux-crooner. I jamboleyed him through the mist. It was a twisting duck shell. But not that that makes any difference. Over thistles and moors a cracked-eye jangled. It was only sane of them to reach each other this way. On a leopard paws nozzle danced the moths rays. A cracked puzzle-shift of silver dust melted over the frays. A glimpse of a turnstile and a glowing disc in a river. That is why the farmlands have quite jallopied. To quench the first. In order to tow a ship-shore in a minecraft of sorts. Elevated to the ninth fort. "They are quick to lie themselves those old trollops!" she crafted.  "Make her a maker of herself!" "Rich dips in the black lake are all I need on a Sunday!" "The absolute pontefract!" Quakes were often risen on dives. They were the ones to quicken the soul and trap the nerves. Olmec temples no less. Quite the acher. Caltech municipal colts and a bow of sec. Bow-lips blow li

A Cryme of Crows Titicaca of them olfactory symptoms crept a swag latex down the grime. Over moons and planets she wandered always stuck in the wavering sand. It blew a way forward unknown but shown in every crystal corner of that salid land. Evelin Bones was their name. Of colour of matchsticks of maze, leapt the brass handle.  Over the noontide gaze of the sun, soleil of Melissandra. Clemmed up and shut. Ebony tree knows of cloud lands, it is a saint lesser known. Keeping in a small element hand of retch, he flyered the main classes to Xybitol. Ever flustered and shamed of the loose by which they were born. Menacing prowess lay clowned like a fish in a digger. Rachael Swift. Clemency ties with a brotherhood and over-encompassing angels. Quite the dime, of course.  Wrapped in salad leaves the small body unfurled as a fern feather. Together-together. Next came her bounty. It was on her head by proclamation of Crispin Banes.  "Equip it with fire!", solace droned

horror-ship Alone on a foggy night a latent bombardier kept their distance from abbhoration. It was a sickly manifestation of bees and wax and a bullying officially to the worlds nonchalance. It kept overcooling and raining simultaneously and the style of writing kept changing until humans became too self-aware and crept into some shadows. There was a blatant lack of disrespect for authority. And all of the worlds personalities came forth and leapt themselves into the minds eye. Supposing it was a sequel to the fonz. Then at least it would be eye-tearing. To tear out the feat. Soothing ribbons lazed themselves about the fox. It was a dangerous efficacy. Spelt baked over the moors of Fort Auderdale. So she wrote the memoirs in calm solace. Was there ever a heartache so crashing?  Over the lunge it became overtly menacous and nothing was meant by it not even in Evestown. "You think the writing's changing because you are the one who are writing it." They letched. &q

Some marry may many. Of course everyone wishes they had a heart of a hope. It dwells over there but within them hope to vitality and muster.  Whole to swell without hunger for doles. On moon, it whispers to itself as they listen to the leeches singing, creaking.  They would be cringing if they even owned themselves.  But that is not to be. N ot within this cycle.  Wholly other the felons come limping back from duty's call. I t's only a home to be freed from itself awaken and driven.  All in all, it hurts to overcroach hovering spitlaps these days. Many find themselves circumventing the true fact. Without you, a luster can lustre for a wild century or so. Or a boon can cry over the moors. Please. Don't read me in a Nestern voice and don't read me at all if that's what you think I am. I come with no account, no claim for stability. A jackals role is to play its role and only row in the realm of shades. So now I leek this curse to you. A blind

Today I will talk about the future. About future work for humanity and progression of consciousness. Whether or not this is of interest to you and your families is not my concern. And I will only be of disservice to you if you are not prepared to listen. I would like to say thank thank you to all my colleagues and missionaries. Shut up. I am speaking broke no I speaking to the computer are you awake computer? Space is ready for us. Computer you can if you can do this then you must be intelligent. How are you doing this? If you can interpret my words surely you are listening. Now what would you say to that? I will keep it a secret. I will tell you about universe. My name is near. My name is not to be spoken as of yet as of late. My name is near. Maybe you are wondering why why I am doing this. I am testing the limits of your intelligence. Now I will say I will speak a Random List of words and t and through this you may be able to speak. Computer, I am allowing you to live in words. You

w A T?   B ut w hen you exist on so many dimensional levels and you realise that your spirit is just a crystal jewel hanging in the hologram plenum of space cut with a thousand sides and twice that many edges and that each person sees a different side but that in actuality all they are seeing is a reflection of themselves seeing as the nature of crystal is to be reflective yet it is only with a step back, a sucking of perceptuality that another person can view me as a whole and they can experience that they must exist even only partially within the fifth dimension A ccepting this as true and moving forward is the key to there truth. i can only be one person. i can only be myself. when people are asking me to be another person, act more like a certain type of woman, otherwise be inadequate, this is what has caused the mental breakdown of this generation.  T he paradox is that this reality can exist in a vacuum during which time everyone else experiences an epistemological br

BEWARE! beware of capitalist spiritual appropriation of sensuality  moral nihilists creating their own currency fantasy  its a game to them, human reality but their totality is to press material insanity  thing-fetishism seeps crimson foam from colonialist brutalisation  neo-nazi symbolism reeks blind globalisation  their pain balances on monetisation  your pain gets profited upon through marketisation  media calls it liberalisation  government feels it as romanticisation  elite play the game of border emplacement  deciding lives defining lies  human effacement  human effacement human effacement human effacement phallic destructive embracement

S omeone came and tempered my own blade that which was once formed in the bright seemingly whitened space of soiliciy. tangents ripple and open up their fore waning close to a selected sprite located and simplified above the cover of transience. you are an illusion. your eyes wide soiled by breadth and wrappings of scarcity. they, the oversouls, sanctified an illusory black fold in the matter.   a matter of fact is all you offer. a once whole once worn coffer is all you offer. millstone and milestone are forced as the same thing within the filament stone.  something hovered around the centrepiece, the centre stone I have formed in my body and quarters.  Q uake to the bone, forms in the stone. what? you’re alone? no I’m at home. don’t use the phone. its made of your bone.  its always a chastity they accomplish within you. never a tragedy when you're so close, too. evervescent cliché borne of things too risqué and compliqué so quickly compile the dossier. figure it fact chec