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About the poems in this book

When I started writing these poems I didn’t know where they were headed. There were no themes or symbols. I wrote down some words, I’d continue with whatever else came. In the best cases the words would start to chain together and develop into an idea or description by the end. I didn’t see most of them coming. When a piece was finished I immediately wanted to reword it and clean it up to make more sense out of it. There were misspellings, nouns used as adjectives, words that weren’t even words. I wasn’t sure it was readable.

So I would write and rewrite the poems until I’d rewritten them to death and zapped any energy they had when they came out the first time. So I went back to my original notebooks and copied those poems as they were written in those moments. Those are the words you’ll read here. They had a better sense of where they were going and what they would eventually be than I did.

Last thing I’ll say is this: Do everything you can to do whatever it is you love. Don't listen to anybody. Each person has a calling. Follow your ideas and passions through. And you’ll inspire others to do the same. Hope you enjoy this book. If you want, feel free to reach me with a comment at my site or send this PDF to anyone you think might enjoy it. This book is about following art and inspiration. For musicians that means recording what you hear. For painters that means putting the brush where you see. You follow what you feel because what comes in those moments gives meaning to everything around you.

Thank you for reading, Materurbium

Table of contents

1. Tell me when a woman kills 5

2. Once one day, square school friends 6

3. To last hands in the last hands box 7

4. What’s your one thing you see? 7

5. Reading for the book 8

6. My head or my new body 9

7. Where's new as king 9

8. Stilled to last from honesty 10

9. Isn’t this just what we see? 11

10. It's in your ear to become a man 12

11. Better than a highway, water unlearns 13

12. Bird down from nature 14

13. I knew the people on my troop 15

14. Every can kid is productive 16

15. A plane, a plane in the middle of the sky 17

16. Every day takes time 17

17. There to think, or new night way 18

18. Once the new man says 18

19. The baby is just so small 19

20. My open hat at time 20

21. Once still school place lifting pizza 21

22. Nearing no eyes on blinding pressure 22

23. Dear discipler filling Friday new back 23

24. Now to insurance its road 25

25. Imagine that land space as a future 26

26. I have something to say to you 27

27. I would light skills to race 28

28. Hands on my boss to fire and skill 29

29. Tonight the shape or balm 30

30. From one bag journey to ten 31

31. Once new hail on drawing bat once thru center 33

32. Once I look at that hole when I'm hit 34

33. Not for marking on trees 34

34. Not burned out to squeeze a trumpet 35

35. One running day takes two evenings 36

36. Any of the songs would belong and I would still scream 37

37. Once more desert or years 38

38. Here we are all going to occasion and carry 39

39. Near sleep I’ll send to you 39

40. Where's that land that a man would ride to? 40

41. I know how to live now 41

42. Nears don't share my habits 42

43. Pops that opening things that say and sing 43

44. What's one read house to slippery vision 44

45. Once new adepted green freedom 45

46. Now on how its ten 46

47. Once school now drives nails 47

48. New whiles bit plastic there was hearing 48

49. Still one kids journey 50

50. Stilling and an adult shadow 51

51. Pink flowers with purple centers 52

52. There is just one count to starting 53

53. Man on its watching my friend 54

54. To again up to young man 55

55. Light or listening 56

56. Against bums 57

57. That route to lay land exists 58

58. You will find rhythm in practice 58

59. Backing dogs on rhythm 59

60. The days not gone 59

61. I just wanna see what‘s place 60

62. You and I are the same 60

63. This becomes a woman 61

64. Once devoured dream 62

65. What would front a man? 63

66. What’s from but what’s from nothing, kid 63

67. Fit for alls and days 64

68. Once picking and then another 65

69. Only one dreamer or shadower 66

70. One age of rhythm 66

71. I knew I would see church again 67

72. That life and those images 67

1. Tell me when a woman kills

Tell me when a woman kills a pig how it’s blue and then a slight pink career. One eye is a trooper as it hangs and one hand to proper soft on baby's born and how green and piglets New Jersey. I was a loser, and now that’s not a loser. That’s a tendency and a partner. There’s so little to liking this, and so prone. It’s to death for death. And death is happy, smiles all its life for life.

2. Once one day, square school friends

Once one day, square school friends over religious friends, people over country, age over debate, square over neat design, tan over shook. New fill, add life from me, a man who came from who wrote it. What comes over by me but a new square, not a range. Once its flare, now its multiple languages. For every each and whole, my full broke and harvests, the return of winter writing. Only now there's a chance the books will read.

3. To last hands in the last hands box

To last hands in the last box that want to hold once what we’ve created. It was under what we knew. Love and grace once, now just two. Our son was not as black as that. Once written for one choice now written for another.

4. What’s your one thing you see?

What’s your one thing you see? That’s yours here. And that you love and the energy. You can figure it out. It’s your love. Most people don’t have that about anything.

5. Reading for the book

Reading for the book, barn to red proof. Blue light fit to crude and cruel what

fruits are there to cold and sink. Is there a dark tradition in records that fill themselves? Is something up? By morning born fruit gels by you. Not turning to shade, not riching to grip, not creasing or swissing, but Melvin in a tip or set crews wisping gray fells on stands down the same shrinks as a month ago. Fruits and fruits. Over and over. Fruits running. Fruits cut from proof. Sons of fruit flies. All fruits. All delighting the fan.

6. My head or my new body

My head or my new body. My near reach to a double my head. My new glass, all of future still reminds me a hammer. Still bed on wet, still occult sleep. Once near kind on dammit. Once on over and killproof. Fronter based on attic. A killer fronted on magic. I'm free over the mice.

7. Where's new as king

Where’s new as king, king on thinking, king on time to near new? Once away

on God, now to square. No new left in thoughts, but near clear now, a summer on. New on thoughts. A new care. A new journey. Once. One one-thousand. Once. 8. Stilled to last from honesty

Stilled to last from honesty. Dandelion hands backed in paper. Screaming to shape gospel, to house hope. Hope to pet bricks and tell Tommy. Lead with dynamite motion. Make fair. Then spill glass. Leave wet there.

9. Isn’t this just what we see?

Isn’t this just what we see? I’m not nailing ahead. I’m not forcing or gracing or shocking anybody. Just my hands or dream that there is skill and each skill on its hand, in thought or in future time, not shooing or tri-betaing. I thought all of you over and over. A plan that happens or poof to have never happened.

10. It's in your ear to become a man

It’s in your ear to become a man. A man is to his heart, but not murderous. A master/slave, a moving walker not possessed by square from black mixes. Master and slave, free man and mystery, both run underground and above, each tracking to the same lake. Each coming to, and fit to crime.

11. Better than a highway, water unlearns

Better than a highway, water unlearns, unsinks, develops or queers light, or

violents black and sails Kato. Writing as unusual is its plant. Bell glass, 14:59 bell glass, coward this right to living, near-lame "believer". There is just one good and that's the memory of bear. Make me paint "I’ll just have". Just somehow is hearing. This is an ocean truck. No veteran ground but believer in rolling row, in very row. This is blood. Can this live like water?

12. Bird down from nature

Bird down from nature, but two in the away bush tweet calls to money. Cut

away from birds to bet. In the by bush is past, by and again a choice. My fingers around a brown swatch ticked from nature. I'm holding what it can before it can. What I have in my hand came from here. I was a scout and its founder.

13. I knew the people on my troop

I knew the people on my troop maxing on one piece of paper, maxing all

dears on her fruity mentioning place. It was as if a lightning bolt was coming down slowly. I’ve never seen so slowly like that, slowly fear, like never before. It was as if a prayer would new unique world. Its tremble new fears where we would only fear once. Where we would slowly fear breeze for its food fall.

14. Every can kid is productive

Every can kid is productive. Look at princes. Man still slips core to friendly, or occur science, silence, and maths. Every can kid is do as produce, production, prover, laster, fill lock at prince. More still slips once man saw lock it. It was providence, once saw locket on the range. Once as swords, of balls to forward it’s his. I am watching the still hear of grace. What’s guts for your love? What’s guts for your place and purpose? I don’t know yet, but I’m sure what I’m watching is great and it’s to score one lifetime.

15. A plane, a plane in the middle of the sky

A plane, a plane in the middle of the sky. Trees from the woods towering a moving place. I'm the chance to do it. To place across the picture, access to this picture, sky and woods. There's form. I'm the chance to do it.

16. Every day takes time

Every day takes time. Every hour requires freedom. Honesty and notes are

not required, and I don’t want to be obsessed with this but it's 12. The church bells are ringing. Every day requires time. Not to inhabit the once road but to skill

and practice. Men who run and inherit are racing. Aggressive men. Precision men.

17. There to think, or new night way

There to think, or new night way. There to do it or away. Not the king, the

edge or tangle. Just breath and its set on you. Not to who’ll trial, only the absolute. Only yours. Not you.

18. Once the new man says

Once the new man says how drawing in dream, it's like every crossing vision

can be touched. My hear on its dirt. My new sorry on its tablet. What's a weird fancy? One still giant snicker?

19. The baby is just so small

The baby is just so small. Once new shield, can it palm a hand? Staring for air I take its bug. Can it hand? So I'm carrying it. But a baseball, a crazy oven. Can it handstacking past me? I take its bug. Bug, I have to breathe. It's over in math, and it's strong for open it. Handstacking past me, more head than all your poets. And no smoke.

20. My open hat at time

My open hat at time, my hats off, my respect for hard gain. June of all my respect, June of all my to. June eye, new my to. Only my good in its age. I see one hand and it’s my angel and it follows the gap, will do well. And I'll be OK if I just keeping forward doing this.

21. Once still school place lifting pizza

Once still school place lifting pizza, here is once still to follow enough of dream new to cool. About the school, new marinating, about one still school, new beat. At anything else, or in a deeper way why I can’t zoom into those planes. Still wide those planes can't zoom. One dear not to accept form and another drying one clear glass, but the sliver of my new boy in its round, nearing what's the problem: Scoring one can simple to become a base, only come back a hand.

22. Nearing no eyes on blinding pressure

Nearing no eyes on blinding pressure, hearing up streams. Hearing river codes. One grill is two free events. Only once on cool to shake thumbs. Meling on nearing by and not agreeing, so squeezing in the aisle through rightups. Not in dumb chase, but a man again. Not important to race. My ages and its drew braun. Drew braun out makes presents quieting readying and humbles.

23. Dear discipler filling Friday new back

Dear discipler filling Friday new back to prep dream, enter here with only time. Once more to develop dream and see it past everything in its course by lighting travels.

Dahk king, dahk place for king, near fabric on industry, but punk's lost A,

mens friend is fabric. Man's fabric is just I'll gave every year from ten. But one hand is just I see for what are hand, for one e-try I'll give every 10 years.

One pumping ground gift for me. Once one bed. Dear did something to speak

forester. His each hand were in band forwarding.

24. Now to insurance its road

Now to insurance its road, marking to endurance oils of fells up. No new fells up to dogging place. Room full of writers, country now to make or plastic. Can't tell you the halls. Can only tell you how its prince life. Block fabric over our together eyes, new courses or change to followers, enough glass or presents. Every man + woman in that dress. Every near to far beyond near clearing fabric

and adjusting. Now it's on. I can hear you clearly. You are my swim up to problems. You are my anniversary, man's mark on ready, man's on set, a heart considered into. Go.

25. Imagine that land space as a future

Imagine that land space as a future and no hard where place for friends, and not as business.

Does this invest? Will it build a home? Will you still with money involved and ensure to up men?

26. I have something to say to you

I have something to say to you. A hundred times what it says is practice for if you come to it too. My dream is you come to it in your rhythm. I have something to say to you, older just-one-chance man. Mans as night don't come around. Once new cast, history, I don't come about being more. It means nothing. I am at once and aim and a goal and an all fill to know what I am. I please that it should mean something.

27. I would light skills to race

I would light skills to the race. I would new fat faces into grease, ready falls and Newton thunder on its cause, no fakes. Single Queens, more past that you could queen and queen again, each false coolie so that you could early to eternity. Not free young virgins but dead mothers from the difference. Ready fells and fallen trees, new up springs, advance grease, prep the new outs. Light skills to the race. Ready the new fat faces. We're passing through change.

28. Hands on my boss to fire and skill

Hands on my boss to fire and skill, to new on water that's four years old. What smiles free on that wrote? All the skill ex-dots, conferences run at Sutpen through math and skill. Time lost at no other company. Then, the very good of our time, the child, the new young beauty, a bought how skies just, and a bought in everyday life. A bought out of sex. Not only her but the glory of notes of such desire, that she is very long like a hot dog, and to bosses she lives, not long structures out of a daughter but swells to see gold to down hair fineness, small

downhearted fine gold. Anyway I couldn't yet for a one day daughter while still working in an office. Not sales when I met you. Not books beside Mom + Dad.

29. Tonight the shape or balm

Tonight the shape or balm. Tonight, now not will. I can see the shape tonight, or speaker could express a language or another shape, a country that could express more and also describe not in traditional words but with hungry young color, with flats and then flourishes and words in other languages. Be quiet one man and once, man landed in a term table cell giving Ame and Amy credit alike.

30. From one bag journey to ten

From one bag journey to ten, moving around, meeting new friends and a family from how no one can be that drunk that they can be head down on a child. No but love. Taming road beside my boss, clarifying hands on, not aiming or schooling or wreck. Just one dream neat of how filling, Newming hard in its. The edge of creativity is not its age. Just look at fronting, just style to breeze and dumb up. Scale won’t slide for near me, and dreaming back to break, to believe pain, to sum in all, doesn’t like. Course goalie doesn’t see it breeze. The one string game is on its own, no near mind or dumb helmet. Once land and sand magic, news age on its over. So I says so near to and clearing and humping up or dry heaving to climb on it, just one head in it, to its new and its drying bed body. Age is its stream. There isn’t a cool deluxe amount of drum time. That’s it. Ages is fan.

31. Once new hail on drawing bat once thru center

Once new hail on drawing bat once thru center spring, or cat spring. My tough is out with thinking. We no spring new road. We all see through thinking. Mans on his webber, wannas force. All the roads nearby show shadows. What’s not your mother down its mannered convincing me that water can’t be snow once heard, now heavy on its fit.

32. Once I look at that hole when I'm hit

Once I look at that hole when I’m hit with a bad in seeing but good in grips fulling my choices to ever again feel it over a city. Stee it cloud. Cloud it on it. Hold presence and what’s once more to be lit.

33. Not for marking on trees

Not for marking on trees but a love for deep. Towards without moving. Skin toward, plus dreaming and not afraid. Like a dog.

34. Not burned out to squeeze a trumpet

Not burned out to squeeze a trumpet, not the still grade to move poetry, not the caught still child proof of ten fings, of tough to hoe then cool of another, running through, filling thoughts with kids on it. Still on proof of death and thinking sorrow, of pansying and things on tins. No chances come from them, no lift on thought spring, no occasion to chances. Chance after chance end schooling.

35. One running day takes two evenings

One running day takes two evenings, clear carol in a breeze. It’s not the same but a watcher can hail father on a break. But sat at his note, thinking where to be aloud. But a ready turn in movement, to Bic with order. To live, believe, and monk those outside valuable hundred new.

36. Any of the songs would belong and I would still scream

Any of the songs would belong and I would still scream afraid that what I love has all the power, how every kid beyond my desk has it, senses he has it, yet...? Without my desk, without doubt, what and how I love...This day not exactly to love, not truly, but to make at work from colossal paper.

37. Once more desert or years

Once more desert or years of placing in hand to follow. Nears of all that bridges. Near class in home. Once road is not to fill hands. There are summers of others and cool or fit and met, or met and real, and tender to drive fire and new on. New can on. Light's not silled in. Tanning is on its full. Cans on is filled with black. Plant-packing grub, grub to, and pin back nature.

38. Here we are all going to occasion and carry

Here we are all going to occasion and carry our own experiences. That’s going to be the status and working on this for a long time. Man that fills on is a child.

39. Near sleep I’ll send to you

Near sleep I’ll send to you. Near product on phrase. What’s alight and lean? Alighting now are crows. Nice are these near cruises. Near I’ll sleep I’ll lie me. Near ground are near those cuties. Near breath are those lights.

40. Where's that land that a man would ride to?

Where's that land that a man would ride to? Where's his voice? There's just two chances. No can come. No can do it too. What's there that led a man? A quilt would still free. New cores on that shape would yield something new. You and I are together. I look back. I can't see a goddamn thing. But here is where what journey. Here is where what end.

41. I know how to live now

I know how to live now. More is walking out free. How once on a dozen streams was also had it. How can I say that that way? Because there is also a dream. There are drives to behind with it, lighting and school and noting again. Nearing by how school, funning up and revering. Now on skill life, beginning to seas. Never again by that school your own fill top dream. Manning, lighting, knewing, all by my own damn self.

42. Nears don't share my habits

Nears don’t share the same habits. One party from old bones, old pictures of common, this is an event for you. Near shapes dangle on it and all sheen and sheer visions are the same like adventures, and then the visions are more square and then there’s not an event for them.

But let me tell you this, because this is blood forever. Near touching adventures don't share before we're old and common and touching.

43. Pops that opening things that say and sing

Pops that opening things that say and sing those songs are part of my life. Just my school then that matches now, that leaving memory each. Please 1, 2. A,b,c. And every click or board erase, and slimming grow to H.

That sun matches. These songs are part of my life. This is how land backs memories. Pops that opening things that song and sing, and near the 1-1, that sun matches what it took.

44. What's one read house to slippery vision

What’s one read house to slippery vision basket, a milk’s head? Near on

class for Paul. Two draws one men’s house. Once hand, not to keep from

owning for what? I don't care. Not for what fruits once but what hand, then fabric. For one try one chance. You’ll give every year starting 10 years ago to the end, to its curious in your blank it. Try the hand now and the pen is gone.

45. Once new adepted green freedom

Once new adepted green freedom raining, growing. Once skill lost for life. No inhabiting a gas precinct on its new Nokia.

46. Now on how its ten

Now on how its ten, each new beach grass and its sets on. Tammy in it’s really, at the class for kids. A piece of chalk is tan on me. I’ve viewer filled the glass. I’ve viewer filled the tub. As hard as Dan, alighting lamb cord, Duane-ing the trees, closing the diagram. Derosingam, won’t you remove fighter Jesus or chocolate. Fan kin, a lighting lamb card co. won’t summer Franklin writing. Remarkable in their dears remaining, never filled out to lake but held man hand reflected scale. Spring summer. It’s newer back, its new back and up, lightning.

47. Once school now drives nails

Once school now drives nails. You a heels and hells, clear up dates, old dates to leave my hand. College tin to shape. One day I’ll lean you. One day I’ll walk you, I’ll strip off stand. No rush. The monster from faith can. Can, but your as it is. Your mom you love, your money and you tell her, I’ll do it by steps. I'll walk and dates hand, shape prayers. One day, lil Strip, for anything, for any

count of time. Looks love dates old and young. I will love dates. I will do and do to practice.

48. New whiles bit plastic there was hearing

New whiles bit plastic there was hearing, a box from passing pennies were dropped on writing. There was a man calm glass. For each book I watch the vision perjure whatever I wait by dumping in its developing bill, linus makeup, from its free make up a bag.

Then the walls with hiccups. True fire on blood way to new design, to France

to outpaying and unbugged. Still quiet chances on its front. No new glass. Man on head Mom is certain. I can thinking about the worst way the ending was for poor Anna new ways. Someone else nearly cripples what is said, and what is said:

Now young angel kills and all... all as new as in the fewer ranges. Double the

snow. Roof tide divisions on the sin tops of the forests. Not the root in all measures but what was believed gathering again in pain. Do not spend money on the ink blocks. Too much to caves. Signal everyone around you. Become someone, you some. Pain not here. Push how you know our Russian friends.

Equals. Mine as someone else. All news to those mountains where the mafia live.

49. Still one kids journey

Still one kids journey is up another. Be sure that telling is a lake. Funning men on its drive is told hard possible. Sit backward from the gleam. A single second was just as glowing near a losing fire. Targeting, treating, or owing, know that it’s all in this field. To hold hard and preset can be hard. Watch the N word change

and progress and grow new full lives from their side to match your mates and family. It’s how progress. Another spring, stayed game, list of all the eyes, not a right. The heart divines wishes, dims on new full livers, develops single-out jobs, duns wood, and retires pain. There are snow in every ideas.

50. Stilling and an adult shadow

Stilling and an adult shadow in new green. Man my adult ship in green mickey forest. A thin muller virgin loads the newest shadow. Not a loser in his newest shape. What's a mother of the seas of the earth and the sun. Still gathering their fortunes, building their base. Now I’m in clear and it's not clear. There’s no clear of its kind. Not by my words. Not for my definition for it.

51. Pink flowers with purple centers

Pink flowers with purple centers near at green beside the words in shade while the clean cut and sheered, the new age, shines, neats the eye. But once what clever didn't grow, not know short outs, only holding and coming and laceing age, wedding ball butts. Now it’s slim lines that call it lasting and the same purple pluses just written new it somehow to be black. Now what's new would rise in the plat. Man home not its wedding, but lie back in its dumb til climb, til feet and a big loops on its eye.

52. There is just one count to starting

There is just one count to starting, starting its class and rearing an individual. There is one dark room to class family. What's spotted skin? It's a hand after 30 years. 30 years when it all stands classing. Another school to hope and high. Man who still figure the dream, come to plant near it. Top up.

53. Man on its watching my friend

Man on its watching my friend begin his myth now what's spinning and acting and ageing. Mans on his new. Cool, standing to track, liking to well upset. Minding my new on, one new heal is to its real, is to at one moment real. Minding to one real moment in light or listening well. Once an age, and in those, I know what’s real. There isn’t any doubt. Paper crisped by days with me, there isn’t any doubt.

54. To again up to young man

To again up to young man. Its new pubert in its face and hands. New spirit on its glands. New skat future. New rub and rhythm voices. New scares and hard noise. New class on its jumper squaring clear and damming class. Standing up chances. Falling in love with this is a young woman. I thought a good to a young woman. Nice.

55. Light or listening

Light or listening, welcome free chances on its new begging. Once on, its new hand knew its lighter. Man still SAMs, started as its fruit. Dell divisions past chances to Newmn run. Squaring past in an age, adding or queering core funds on fronting to age again. Not age tan or rule, but slip up on fastness. Hurry core to summing. Not again tan or real but slipping off process. We are similar ages,

one of two. Two on clear cost and not its twin advantages. No one near clearing on its edges. A dozen of fruits better off or their ages. One ages of fruit on its name, on its same angel run, on its friend Man still from fry. Come spirit, dress warmly. Then to work.

56. Against bums

Against bums and if you say anything just remember you don’t live where I live. Everything that’s still head in, ready to violent fighting man, you know where I live. No moves there but scrambling, shooshing, scurrying or disappearing,

scattering. You can be nice if you let it. You’ll be used. But I have to be bound to new ones, even with them. Even when it’s everything they can do to mess.

Is a break described this way? The city walks or runs or moves by car or bus.

Standing waits the body, but moves the hands and eyes. What is seeing but limits?

57. That route to lay land exists

That route to lay land exists in our ruts. We stand for fruit. Not for that weakward but for what it stands for, what it means to something from nothing. A built, a chryslar, a home, from a seed. We have it in our standing age, and blanking on what it means.

58. You will find rhythm in practice

You will find my rhythm in practice. You will find its snow in food. Define me for its fronting. I’m here and I am facing frontward for it.

59. Backing dogs on rhythm

Backing dogs on rhythm for what? You? I’m not still dreaming. It’s sort of a person. It hits to rest while I sleep. What’s the use but this given whoever I am. Is that really me? Difficult. Don’t want. Scorching a nice 4. I can turn sure from sleeping with a ripple.

60. The days not gone

The days not gone, accrued into a few minutes. A few, give or take, that we’ll remember for 20 years before they’ll be gone forever. By then though we’ll have

newer memories to replace them. It’ll be that way until what we remember last is still standing there in front of us.

61. I just wanna see what‘s place

I just wanna see what’s place. I just wanna what’s clear and open. Why can’t I to clean and clear place for me and my family and my dream, writing.

62. You and I are the same

You and I are the same. The same heel and thinking. The same what comes with us is the same. We have each other’s new voice. You and I are both one of our own. No one clops us or shapes us up as a sound of this nature. But I will do it because I can write it.

63. This becomes a woman

This becomes a woman, seeing what is ten. No stupid way like ass like, bottom top types or tips. Sure that’s one, but seeing 10 not til you are just a kid. Your mind is no stupid way, no clear channel past glasses, and no recovery. A woman is not a word. I have put her in my way, but this is nothing. This is just a play. You can't see her from this. It's my problem.

64. Once devoured dream

Once devoured dream lay thin on landing. You could see her call my new in you, could see her call. Her name at my age is vita, is its square, is temptation and tattler. But score fruit is its advantage brother.

Once scaled and placed king still sat devoured spring of space into handle

hercule on its skill and tan challenged on its space. Her name at my age is tam Pavla. My square at littler in the store. My just as you. Its front from my advantage, brother.

65. What would front a man?

What would front a man? Whatever would cost a man would clear to young boy, a woman would clear to a fellow after. I hear a prince. I know her, and I would still see what from fronters.

66. What’s from but what’s from nothing, kid

What's from but what’s from nothing, kid. Just its true chance at would. Its alive cook at promise. Squall can alive fell breeze. Norman can be Norman after Norman's house.

67. Fit for alls and days

Fit for alls and days. Fit to know the man for all he does. Not to write him free. To have done me. To have worked my own into frame and no one elsewhere. Why friend in always that it says no to repeat or force someone on something.

68. Once picking and then another

Once picking and then another ten off-color chances or pop chances. Once only over school form. Hand of Chances, it’s next cool. Man desires cool more. Cool men, cool to rehabit baby back to swim in skirt. Skirt on swims on rhythm, not denying how school kid fabric won’t sill on his own. Against breakage a wife breaks softly what’s challenging. Everything with her can style, can outshell Nike air, can begin plaster on its true dumb old wise finally.

69. Only one dreamer or shadower

Only one dreamer or shadower in its place. Only one walker in its clam or format. Everyone into her own scoop. Writs or travelers only to begin. Not by reading but by writing.

70. One age of rhythm

One age of rhythm can still up take one of lives, can up fruit its talking and spring its place. Every age or rhythm calls out changes. One layer from habiting chances, one group from numbing gain. Slicks on proof of draft. Likers to evolve a liver, chocolate pace, age and handsome, impossible to fire.

71. I knew I would see church again

I knew I would see church again. I knew it would open to classes. There was a supreme B through circles. If there was going to be a premiere it would be fail-tinned, open to dorsal light, breakers, thines, not North but process or themes. My choices. My channel.

72. That life and those images

That life and those images, those friends and that attitude and that image of a school time can be linked now, cleaned. Look here. Here you have it all. But not to your note. You will have to clean and clear and little tumblers and shakers yourself.

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