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i remember ripping my t-shirt on a fence post i think it was for a girl but it was rather bright but i forgot how to climb a fence and i was left flustered and laughing nervously and her dangerously small giggle stirred nervous laughter in my humble hands stirred the dirt under my feet with a strange walk walk like a little dance walk at least three feet behind her because i was a young boy because the summer was brighter that day i forgot who it was i forgot her maybe i was older maybe i should have reached to her shoulder touched the youth in her touched what i could only forget in time one morning i cried into their t-shi

Mothchild! Ignored after a harsh raport consisting of reports of Ma and Pops flying lightbulbs for hours on end How smart of child could come from them? Fly my mothchild! Born of a brighter kind crafting light from mind Brain to bulb and bulb to bright Lighting in the foggy night Our mothchild! So strong to succeed and win the species race! Flying strong early to set a pace! Dozens of cameras thinking of your mothface And your hair with tints of lace!

now i get to feel like me seeing friends smile misery elemental truths decanted from complex dilutes glares of pretty evenings bulbs blinking in daylight pungent flashing frights she scares me away from fear she cares not to come close to me it's a pretty evening when she is frightened of fear of becoming attached to me

Worst dollar ever spent I have crappy luck, Getting jelly beans like this Sugar-enriched jelly pouring from my bag into the sewers Am I feeding the fishes? Don't they love sugar? Jelly bean connesuere salmon? Don't they love jelly? Am I feeding the fishes, Or merely spoiling the tastes of Confectionary lovers? Over-spicing the innocence Of our Finned friends Spoiled by this asshole BADJELLYBEANCORP. (C)(R) With taste often goes time Bad jelly beans distort the hours Women's lips warp the hours (they were only the mouths of girls) But I forgot Tonight Forgot the power of the latter The former seems to have firmly Stuck

You are under lockdown (slam doors) solitary with some isolation (shut up) movement stopped by tonfa Your brakes lock up (skid to stop)face of wife hits dashboard (slip into trees)axles broken forever and ever You stop, padlocked to position (stop) lack of new (stop) no breath for the jump You stop, die koppel's final strike (stop) like having no limbs (stop) stasis is stasis (stop) you cannot stop this

Life during the kick, the multi-soul rip Good times of youth, dazed days God times with Jesus, God haze The places where bells ring...ring... Oh, the tears covering the wear Don't forget May, crazed flays Won't beget a sun, warn someone Here comes the cling...cling... High dive flip, the life rotation Old elation, venged by the new Bold change, born of what never regrew The change in my head rattles...rattles

Back to mine, feet to mine, Tips to mine, crushed spine Display no breath, Give no beat. Numbing all nerves, Dumbing all perverse intentions No "invitation", no "inclination" No "sensation", dead control Loose all command, Dream all again. Roll over to her and face Too overworked for pace Atoms peel, atoms reel, Atoms feel, she wakes sick to bones Give up growing, Go home not knowing (why?) Shake this off (or try) Can't forget this on the bus to the bus

i'm convoluted, this is not disputed heavily in high pipe college seminars, and it should be zap revealations shell hard connotations about how i changed less than two months ago i concealed what i meant to reveal in some firestorm of mirkeit bringing god's right my youth, my jaundice, my breathless decent through waxed halls you were sexiest of them all mr. rand is poluted, you're probably diluted just like me, but in a different way like dissipation from my coffee, the anticipation of complete, like a disassociation of grey from the colors i bid jovially, but restrict myself solely on the grounds of not getting the fuck while

Your foolish snaps or ready cracks, They indicate your swollen age. At 17, a home-made queen, or derivation on this page Invented, resented by home and boys (both of which, not made as toys) And found some shade behind the waves Where a good ol' joke you found to play You gussied up and wore shorter skirts You traveled to the new hot spot The people were cold and the coffee hot You had died but did not rot Percision, derision pursued from the door (they just thought you wanted more) Far into the park you were lost But Emma, beyond branches was tossed In summer, we wait for her fall.