we disagree on the moon’s colour, something that united us in the past. maybe it is because i have such close ties to the tides. my future forms with a change in the weather, said the duo atop the great chair, at least. More grit, more drama, more, more, more. who does one think one is? Billy Idol?

what plans do the next century have for me? how long can i blend in amongst the flesh?

yours in existence,

AJ

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open the floodgates and let these angels float away.

did you ever think the hubbub would rise like prairies in the sitting well?

burning strings added on the fire

helpless stares that add to the wire

looking through the glass, there, mother.

the love of he who remains…

I say … and you think … ?

1. Plaster :: casting aside the will
2. Cabbage :: in the butterman
3. Jazz :: play, strays and musics around the base
4. Darts :: that make funny shapes and take you over the hill
5. Poke :: and you’ll find the weird dream with opening credits and lost pathways
6. Bribe :: enforcement
7. Whale :: on bessie
8. Receipt :: of date and recipes straid sidewards (exposition too long, cold and damp)
9. Answer :: the question
10. Dentist :: in need of, now.

unconcious mutterings.

insinuate everything btwing.

until you count the pathogens; the patterns are unreal