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madness maelstrom who rat kink. i am nigh virgin-y. white chocolate lamp. raise a glass, sink. whiny tripe broad madhouse blink. there but for the grace of et cetera. i see a chair, but wait. something beyond it, a white light. i know not what stare, blinded tethered, covered in maggots in advance. of the holidays. a sound, a blare. i care for nothing. cept all dat. mandingo i thought we knew. of course. broken, you. misemploy my every verb, misdate me even, just miss. i ask only that you do something incorrectly for nonce in your goddamned life. don’t be perfect. prove to me you are misconduct like. drop me in the chat. like an ordinance, yeah, like that. precision and order is what it is. i like it like fizz, but sort of don’t ya feel orchestrate the man on the prowl, me, chasing demigods and skirts. manuel is persuasive and psychotic, but warm to the touch. the whole press and jangle is something odorific. there’s piety for you. realism in real estate, in a word, in kind, in fine – readable. politburo types linger. work, broken finger a singer with pathos like a bodily harm dom, handkerchief in right pocket send me another message i’ve seen it all before. what’s your password? sluggish dilatory fucks pay nevermind to me, see, they exist in dimensions and erupt in fiendish fields fragrant and not joyful. they don’t get it. what do you mean by they? just joyless. jounce. lick penny pounce, i’ve committed all manner of misdemeanors and some felonies. i’m modest. i’m just writing for jeff. and the necromancer who flashes in and out of twitter ————————-. necessarily i beg pardon. i NEED. overreach an amount bundle skip max trace blarney sunrise hooker. the toaster boaster. the man from manchuria, the rapist. the mind is not overcrowded if you have wisdom, only if you are stupid. life often to infants in chains. such is “the way” beneath an overpass. jump. i hear the stairs. someone is coming. a creak. i am alone. i am so fucking armed and ready. blah. found a photograph of you. mean to write. didn’t. feel bad, et cetera (&c.) got it? phoebus said to sam that apollo wrote a story about cardboard boxes. huh, i wonder. so then. friend listen. this is only the beginning. it’s just flowing. je suis gaston hood rat mark ass bitch. philosophical ends all bachelorette party mug. Smug as -. i can’t. i saw a phosphorescent worm and wigged fingerling. the time is 8:29. i could die. 29! you will outlive me, smee. smee, do you care? outstanding on the landing and hi to gwen seems outmoded due to time. a link penny cur rambled and brambled. i am sitting. “that continues in existence, that remains unsettled” says young abe with jag bombs and flowery pubes. he is out upskirting in a bramble, alone. welcome to the proceedings. a hint. glint. reminisce as to once iphone 7 bye. the feeling of probity and the commonality of gone without a trace. yah dude. crumble cookie blues, a new neighborhood. the people who sleep. god damn. my eye is on the prize. don’t go, but do. have you, a clue? shoe and begone mister sister, the lighting isn’t good. it’s possible (that’s possible) that we are in love all over again.

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I am waiting for the judge’s order. Under advisement this and that. Raising Cain, in other words, I am. I smoke alfalfa which way. Gone is the day of there not their. A new era. I am wandering and wondering. In sync. Out of fashion. But who has fashion, in the pink. Orpheus is descending – where did I get that? Mean tattoos and artists think, there, gone. Pages turn and blow. The scattered leaves are dusty-like and errant, tilting. A giant, gaping mouth. A predatory Evangelical. Must exit here. Missed. Counting flakes on the ground. Bitch, yawn, hissed, then marked crooked – a harangue. Tis the season legal beagle. The judge has short, cropped hair, I am sorry to say, but I am certain she is sending you to prison. Your sable eyes won’t save you. What’s a continuance anyway, when you have 365 days of jail credit. I know you won’t plead. I respect that and not. It’s possible to hold both positions. I speak out of both sides of my mouth in my very sleep. Hunting snark in the early days. Now just selling cars. The inflection point in a pint. I remember the day. Staring down into the dead dregs and thinking, this is it. My finger’s on the trigger. My book is better than yours. It’s not. But I act as if. I swallowed keys. You swallowed broken glass to prove a point. Sure, anoint, yourself, the Queen of Vaccine, Parcy. Parched exhibits, thrown clerks, gambling hells. I am law-oriented and destructive. A new rabbit. Pawed. I am up and down. I am vertical and severe. The end is not close, not near. In fact there is no end to this, bliss. Steal a skirt off the rack. The shopper hiss cranked right-of-way, go around a flashing school bus stop-arm. See what happens. As the damp say, find out. Here’s a papercut. My mid is growing and my growing is mid, a soft speech for swingline. Picasso was technically trained, you know. I just mean, I don’t. I can’t. I want to. I won’t. Float with me. Yeah, right here. Live in the moment. Live in the past. Hide away, I’m gone. In a bed of clover. A sharp shooter, a comparatively large sum. Okay, we’ll settle. Here’s the release. Now the stag party. Tell Jenn to bring her clarinet. For sure, I’ll break her skull. Right joint and disliked. A thumb up or down, a thumb up is upside down, crank out your meat boys. I am waiting for the judge’s order. I am. I am looking at my inbox with rocks and socks. I thought of book and forgot. My phone is dead. My head is Ned with an “O” the land of Nod, Rod. Pencils, papers, clips a plenty, and a faux cherry desk. Ancient oil, now watch the pot come to – cute. Not cute: guns buried out back in plastic totes. The day after tomorrow and the day before today with an island in the middle. A new shed. Maybe a hot tub. I am waiting on the judge’s order. I need five K. I am broke. I am rich. I am in the middle. I am in the hot tub already. I see myself, I don’t. Gold chested and brawny like Fritz, or Appelbaum in the pits of despair. Prayer monkey won’t do. Prayer monkey spits and sits. Prayer monkey is no esquire. I am waiting on the judge’s order.

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Splexis u will write JOHN. And I will die old and, well, lawyerly.

The sobs of the cello in the PM. Sex related injury from the older brother. Remember the Swiss Family Robinson. The rivalry between the two brothers and brawny ass Fritz goes for it. This ain’t some 8th grade Freud bullshit, Esquire.

Here is the thing walk Grape Nuts, the gas we pass some chitlin yankified bro box Sutton fever splix trickle down leg PhD weight loss tile mark so there. Bother me in a hundred. What? Years.

Write two Berryman knock offs in liquor during dry January and then holler at me.

K.

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The chimes they play a dancing, where Henry danced and fell, West Bank U of M, pack of cigs, glasses, a building – tall/hell. Do your work

33 Arthur, perhaps destroyed or my brain in the rain. I couldn’t pitch a spot – Google maps. I couldn’t find the house. Left or right or insane (mayhap). It’s no-ting. Blackface. I used to live right there too.

Poor Henry – he never played “de laser tag,” nor seen Columbine street walkers of a sortz. He ain’t ever gonz ass to mouth + listened to the sweater song. He passed of his own accord, a wave, a fall. But ain’t forgotten after all. Who reckons? Someone in the morning.

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If I die young and lawyerly. Sklempt kimp dredle in the bar honey max clime rank. Reading Nicolas Pages, dawdling, sex talk beer heaven speakeasy wave. I bought all this for you. What? The sky. Dreamt leaves had been falling cinder on sister’s neck in particular, the nape – the still wet from shower cilia of her walnut hair, which I sampled – everything is sexual, even breath. Turn it off. Turn it on. Tie me down brown clown round here tee dumb bay crap waiter anal snacks poor old cherry. Pile driver wig wearing fairy and a massive boost boat till dead end rank marky. Barrel doo, then throw an old woman down stairs. Molested in a Riviera two packs a day I’m broke. Everything is everything. Everything is me. Canned answers wrangle the ghost of Jenny, duck lip bay, of course, like the style. I am either or ether, I am in your lungs and mind. You are beautiful. A beautiful monster. I am on drugs. I will never kill myself. I have a bar card bar license insensate lust Pringle. I am submitting. Don’t. Not like that. It’s canned, walk the plank. Tip Jerry Jew band what. I am electricity kind of. There is so much water. There is so little time. There is a bridge. Drive seige perilous junkie who rat cram, the test is over and beginning, begin getting, getting on, you’re in.

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goy doorway I send a smile. You hear the music. Smashing pumpkins. I’m bitter and an alcoholic I will burn you. I used to be a little boy! Dying in the night. Healthy by day. My love. I am gauged and reflexive 1998 mine not yours etc. dorpa band string flute flu touch me. I’ll call the cops lol. Me no crane make smike blue heater wave theory type then type eight round clip like a small dick barrel rider mall cop faggot fisting cargo short crunk luggage whaockte whistle who miss yes downtrodden Craig. From the south/I should file taxes for once and brag. K. The caves in some Asian small town- wrote about it once but it was barf. I am zen now battery 20 crystal meth string lights choose your sex lol longer days you’re in ain I see it no matter what I say, both of us are timeless and fixed. All I want you to know is that I’ll be around.

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November 28th. Same birthday as Dustan. Dead in 05 i think.

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I am picking up where I left off I love you. Smook. Daddy. Estrogen traps candy say play splix craY you’re craY babe. Someone liked a comment, a screen flash penis max, everything ends wit x Elon female played some broad barked at me. She’s a tree. Duck and dodge advert. Arms outstretched. Throwing old women down stairs. Barred owl blues. Everyone dies. I really want to be read and reads simple cookie. K. I fought a fat woman inflight. It’s on Vine. Sesquwrinakn Lamont pussyfoot pussy b like why you fina trite arm wrestle a Don Nian blue blood sector dink ass how bows down and now da lights off you betcha Trudeau. Fuck Justin Trudeau – hoe ass trick ass mark in black face who genuflects. I see you bra. K. Run a county inta the groomsmen ground and Josh defends imperils immortal tramp stamp TRUMP. Loat loat lost wages can ya speak stutter much Pringle? Lol you acts as if thong typing rhombus thumbs good Ray good rat hood rat autocorrect insane poisoning. I’m walking on eggshells freak. I am a tan racist white twist racist black racist raincoat reincarnated now use a word that starts with R. Much can be said. All red boo bobble penmanship liquid lust eyeball penny what comes near next vagina imperiled or Impaled huge diff. Muscles. Flex. Pump. Omni trium omnibus incubus flex again and squirm. I see you you see me girl dork GOSH. Word salad. Everybody though so thoughts and the like. Makes sense to one person em me em me em me etc. BTW I love you from such great heights. Will keep it up. Could go faster but can’t speak. Can’t speak faster but can’t live. Can’t live faster fentanyl patch Chinese imbroglio William spy testy Louisiana purchase cancer bait pussy will. I love misled then forte piano wire death James leash candy huh. ZZ said GG said ZH said for god I love them all. Penmanship matters. All lives matter k. Oakland strips Hennessy’s Glen fabulous Korea. Much love boo. Fuck around and find out dun right quick wat. Mister sister sat on a say, ain’t you? Yeah ahh! Pince nez in your stocking small dick Bremer scandal conciliation ramble bramble I love English and the English. See e.g. the Hickok 45 YouTube channel. Ban this and that ping full auto (begs leave and forgiveness). I should lie in hospital. I should lie in state. I should lie with my eyes open for all time. Smar bar I told you once then twice. Fool me twice. &c. George Bush mister. Saddam nights on a breeze. The ace of clubs lol I have a full deck clean the ducts. Bye.