Another Mark
Rain fooling around down there. Rain. Get your mind outta the gutter.
The desperation holds in you. Desperation releases from your pressure points.
Screwing around in a clear mapped town. No reason to it.
Zen tag zen it by watching it. With a cleaner, clearer eye: watch it, watch it, and with a tighter mouth shut semi-final. At least try it.
Fly by right.
She is known for cross-eyed philosophies recorded on mpegs and off-white cabinets.
Finally, the iron left on burns half the house.
The house complains of perspiration. The age old tradition of bullshit smudges bullshit all over the walls. And the walls burn, twist, and tumble tumble.
When a bird gets into the house, rip roars off the walls leaving a distinctive trail, bouncy bouncy, leaving a mark, you too leave your mark. Another mark.
See Roy observe a pattern. What is wrong with the tum tum? Firefly is a really good show.
Coloring within the lines, the night young, locked under a curfew for police cop pig flashlights. Megaphones do the talking. Megaphone name taker. Hurt empty.
Custard pie
Custard pie
custard pie at the titty bar
Loosen your grasp on it all by locking sight on bigger picture with expanded mind achieved by strong, sincere effort. What falls into place is the result of… doing something right. What is that?
Kids today unknowingly converted to a dark side. Same corporation. Different name. Same name. Same is same. Your mouth hurts.
As much as you try to explain it, your mouth still lacks a voice.
Roach stepped on at the scene of the oil change.
Computers crawl, struggle. Process. Gel.
Water in, settled down in purse. Man purse, a cloud is reverse. Cloud is upside down purse emptying its contents. Hot pursuit emotional. Sad story. Sap song. The fountain of death. The sadist in you is the Jack in the box, wild card wild ‘n out. Line after line, come down. Drop your contents. Line after line to white line crossed body limp bloody red wine rare unicorn spine. Glory be! Responsive!
Doubt me! Test me! Glory me!
