Smile, pose,
flawless, poise

Let's make another picture perfect square,
Perfect for everyone to stare
I don't care what you think,
what you see, what you think,
of what you see,
As long as I can fool my memory

Even if I sink,
even when everything stinks
If I can't remember, it won't drag me down

Let's find our true love,
One and only true love,
Starting from the superficials,
Oh yes, 'cause I believe from this
we can go straight to the nuptials

It's odd if you ask me these days be,
spent more time fighting off monsters that can never be,
Exploring Neverland,
truly being Peter Pan?...

Is it still called a social interaction?
When there is no communication,
More like with the green monsters, spending quality time
all kins of them,
And in plurals,
all these digitals
...

This is what she looks like when she's sad:
The human condition effective immediately.
Winter shades shift side to side,
exploding out of each iris.
Skin falling off,
when lunging forward to kiss me.
Fingernail daggers dig into my pores.
I'll bleed under her fingernails,
if she'll drag them down my torso
until her knees click the floor.

This is her tongue inside of my mouth:
We taste each other before we waste each other.
Hip bones parallel and our eyes rubbing shoulders,
my hands surfing her rib cage
and it's all the rage because she moans.
And when she moans,
color tones orbit around her head.
Planetary tumors dancing around her skull;
jump roping with her hair,
eating morals and removing plurals.

Those are her lips around me.
Her head moves up and down
but her eyes focus on me.
She makes eye contact
and I empty my dreams
into her mouth.

We are a public forum.
I ache with alcohol poisoning
and liberal undertones.
The terrain that is my face
bleeds oils that would lubricate
the axle of the car that she drove
into the tree
that we carved our name into.

Come back to me.
I miss you so much.
I watched you die.
I watched you die
and there was nothing I could do.

They told me that she wouldn't make it.
They told me that she might make it.
My hand gripped at blood stained blanket.
I think she said my name under the air mask.
I could tell if she saw me;
her eyes rolled back into her head
after she gazed a thousand yards away
into the field of black
that sheltered the tall grass
that we would chase each other through
and get lost in
as we got lost in each other.

I love you! I ******* love you!
My back, a membrane coil
that rises my stiff neck
that cares my head full of memories.
I turn on the light and you're not there next to me.
I put my hand on your copy of The Thornbirds
and know that you've read it more than the notes
I leave in your inbox,
hoping that it'll say that you have seen it.

Walking to your grave,
I am a darkness that the abyss has swallowed
and I have followed myself into nothingness
that is such bliss
that I forget
your kiss.

i. How the weathermen can predict happiness. Especially my mother's. Especially Swiss weathermen.
ii. I am glad that winter' is here, for finding warmth in the itch of wool, hat around ears, socks over knees.
iii. I am trapped in between walls and other people's walls and my bookcases and their bookends that may not ever end but can look like ends and ends and no no ends to the layers built in brick, all boxed in beyond this building. And my words are trapped in my mouth. They escaped from my mind to my mouth and now I don't trust them on my tongue.
iv. The strangeness of Roman numerals and the study of such numerals.
v. Is there a word for the study of numerals, specifically those of the Romans? There must be, as there is one for the act of eating whilst lying down, a fear of having fears, and the delusion that one is a cat.
vi. My wrists. No watch.
vii. Watch out for what you must keep a hold on, but know there are some things you need to just L.E.T.G.O.
viii. Morse code, S.O.Ss', plurals on top of plurals, mnemonics, anagrams, one blink for yes, lasts longer for no.
ix. Photoraph of my cousin on the day I found out she was going to die and we are kissing at the camera.
x. X for the kiss I need from the right one, or for the answer, and something telling me I got it wrong.
xi. Thinking is counter-intuitive when I'm thinking too much of absences. Silences. My thoughts don't know where to go and neither do my eyes and I can't look up because the photograph will look back down.
xii. Look at yourself. Steps: reflection; dissection; cut. it. out.
xiii. I cried harder than I have ever cried since I can remember a while ago and it's wasn't even a Wednesday or a Tuesday then, and those are my crying days.
xiv. When I get touched, I go back in time, sometimes.
xv. Transformations.
xvi. Condensation. Where do clouds come from? There are things we see everyday and we say we know exist with not a clue about how they work. How does a ball find its bearings? Where did the train begin to lay down its tracks?
xvii. Questions. Questions. Quote: Indecisions and revisions. Unquote: the more you cut it up, the more divisions.
xviii. How many parts am I divided into now? How many incisions? I can't keep count.
xix. The sun sets early in winter and the comfort of darkness is something you can count on. It stays longer, and you can count on that too.
**. Kiss kiss, one for me and one for you.
xxi. This doesn't count.

Ah, would I were a German!
I'd trouble my translator
With nouns the size of Hamburg
And leave the verb till later.

And if I were a Welshman
My work would thwart translation
With ninety novel plurals
In strict alliteration.

And would I were Chinese!
I'd throw them off their course
With twelve unusual symbols
All homophones of "horse".

But as it is, I'm English:
And I'm the one in hell
By writing in a language
Impossible to spell.

I'm just a little apostrophe
So won't you please be nice to me
Use me when there's a letter missed out
Or when it's possession you're talking about
But when you write plurals just leave me out!

You know that feeling. Everyone does. But that certain feeling, when your gut is being pulled and twisted. And your chest ****** dry. Your eyes are sunken into your skull and your limbs made of glass. Dust in your mouth and your ears refuse to let in a single sound. Paralyzed. Your brain and your body. Get the hell away from me. No, stay! The first one is for everyone else the second is for me. Do I really mean that much? You’re smart, you tell me. Keep talking, keep thinking. That’s what’s keeping you here. No don’t talk. The secret will slip and then you’ll trip and fall. Just think, think, and think. About what? About anything of course! But there’s one thing that you can’t stop thinking about. Now keep it to yourself. Because, shh, we can’t let the secret slip, now can we? Cold air rushing in, gripping and tearing at the skin. You remember don’t you? Breathe, you have to, don’t stop breathing. Magnificent we got what we needed. No there’s more. But what? It’s not over so quiet! I don’t know what but there’s more. Tick, tock, tick, tock. It’s coming, wait for it. Time is our enemy. **** it, beat the time. You understand, don’t you? No, of course you do. What a stupid question. Stupid questions. And this is all happening right here, right now, right then, right where? Right here that’s where! Right then that’s now! Now do you understand? Yes, of course. Just what I thought, just what we think. What we think. Are we one? We’re one. Us. Him. Her. Them. They. All plurals, all together yet apart. Wait, what? I DON’T KNOW! Don’t ask me! I didn’t do this you did! I know I did but why didn’t you stop me! Save it! Please, I’m begging. Who cares? They do. Who does? No one does. Really? That’s what I thought what we thought. You have no idea what you’re doing do you? Of course I do. Why do you say that? Because I know you. Who doesn’t? I don’t. Yes you do. Never together always apart. What was that? What was what? You tell me you’re the one paying attention! To what!? To everything! I talk to you, you are supposed to talk to me back! It’s how this works. Make sense! Tick, tock, tick, tock. It’s closer! You can stop it! Just finish it! Cut it. What it? That it? What’s it?! It’s it! It’s over. What is? It. Don’t you understand? By now I don’t really expect you to. It is everything. It is everyone. It is anything, something, that thing. What thing? That thing! Don’t you get it now? Tick, tock, tick, tock. Spin around the clock. Life’s a clock. Tick, tock, tick, tock. When the bell rings. What happens then? What happens when? Secret, slipping. Flesh, peeling. I DON’T KNOW! Stop. STOP ALL OF THIS! Shh. Do you hear that? Hear what? I said shut up. Do you hear it? Exactly, do you hear, “it.” It is nothing. It is everything. It is time. It is our ally and our enemy. Our destruction and our life. When your gut is being pulled and twisted, your chest ****** dry, eyes sink into the back of your skull, dust, no sound, paralyzed. Tick, tock, tick, tock. It’s only a matter of time. Your life spins around and around. Tick, tock, tick, tock. Your life on a clock.

She's mine amare
I'll say it loud
Screaming bleeding
I'll rip out mine hair
Put mine soul on a plate
Blood in a glass
These eyes I shalt pull
And enlarge them on stakes!!!
I'll plunge into darkness
To find her queen ways
Kooky I am for her
An insanity ive become
I'll give her mine lips for plurals
I'll cut out mine tongue
To give her five minutes of happiness
Wherein we shalt be one
I'm wacky
Im lunatic
I'm batty
Im nutty
I'm chatty
When it comes
To showing off
Mine one and only
Amare!

For tis I loveth her so,
For others I dont care!!!

I / Before

I moved slowly,
always wanting to reach
the end of the narrow roads.

I found deceptions and satisfactions;
more deceptions than satisfactions
and more plurals than singulars.

I coveted everything
beyond these high walls,
even so I didn't rush my life.

I believed in other people's beliefs
and I hoped which from me
the time to slip away... killing me, then.

II / During

However, neither it I could get.
I followed so many ways
and neither they could help me.

Ocasionally I sighted daisies
blossoming on the walls
and among the tiles of the streets.

Sighting so many daisies was madness.
Well, to hell with sanity!
And what would be of life without its paradoxicality?

Much suffering for little time!
Little contemplation for much beauty!
Much anguishe for little heart!

III / After*

Oh, the other side:
feared by a few,
coveted by others.

Although the labyrinth
seems infinite and sufferable,
we can find the exit together.

The question is not how we can get out,
reaching, at last, the afterlife;
and yes, how we can end with so much suffering.

To start over, we must wake up!
To wake up, we must exist!
And like this, life will wait for us!

I could sing a love song
And never mention a name
And when I peruse through my mind
There's never a single face

I'm all plurals and dreams
Of perfect unity
Between one, two
Between four and me

I could sing a love song
I could sing them a sonnet
I could serenade them
I could make them want it

I could sing a vision of a perfect home
I could sing of two point five children
That understand our bond
I could sing a love song.

But I'm ever-cynical, I know who I am
When I think of love, I'm not in the plan
I'm ever-realistic, I know my face
I could sing a love song but it'd never take.

everyday i'm discussing with everyday, myself as i make out to the glamouring
the inches and dashes of every self i have
and stitches of sinew here in which lies the me that is this i, i that am

i walked in leaves of grass, of wriggling splendor's summers of shoulders
and achy crimsoned necks by the suns meters of light
measuring the stints of our crawling opaque days and suns of many sons

it's very that is that even when sun should repose his ***** of uncadenced
carefully miraculous shimmering blood
like orange and ardent flesh he'd go on us it, giving his very stuff our bodies

to wear on our wheres and whens and whys. is night not also beautiful?
it is naked beautiful. **** and beautiful
plenteous and beautiful with all its hearts in tinder palely igniting every

atom of copious earth. bowls of copious illuminant children, the things
which will become after us
the us that we were before their coming. but they are gorgeous and neither

would i weep if in my going they should take that space where were was
i. resting the shouts of my self
in the orchards of youth, i am now so but it's quickly running, flitting

eagerly from my this. in vines and plurals i am single and many. neither
none nor many. but many ones,
little bubbles of tranquil vile fluid guttering the songs of wind.

i go to streams and they are me. i go to mountains and they are me. i go
to valleys and they are me.
can i be streams and mountains and valleys? can i not be streams and

mountains and valleys? they are weeds and i am a ****. a **** is a rose.
i am rose.
i am blossomed in full spring. able of petals. i am turned to the sun, with my

root between the lips of earth. who is my lover. the earth is woman.
she is a ****.
a **** is a rose.

by another name. they smell just as sweet.

it’s not perfect... but **** me... there’s a life to be lived... even if it’s just defined as walking the dog, or drinking a pint! let’s just rearrange the solar system spheres with a game of snooker to make summer random with winter of the least expected follow-up.*

you catch me playing with my fox / cat
purring his ****** slingshot
arousal
just where the spinal cord in music begins
and the evolutionary testament ends...
you catch me there in the drift of night...
and i’ll bet you 5 quid to have found quantum physics...
a particular instance in a universe of innumerable
stasis plurals of decipherable energy
to pluck and theorise, like autumnal flowers readily drifting
from the tsunami of green of summer to brown mahogany of autumn.
here’s one for the puppet engineered to dance
tugged at with its tail the solitary cursor;
paw print dot dot dot? i had my two thumbs on it,
squeezing out the hallucinatory juice of neglect,
with scoffer ready bouncers of peeled wallpaper about to
tattoo me in political conversation of slime slogans to shout!
i heard squatters were about... i didn’t hear anything from newcastle,
i guess the second mongolian invasion / investiture
came from the north... rather than east anglia / saudi arabia.

They want to take me,
They want to maketh me be what they want me to be!!!
They want to break me,
Shake me down, floor to ground, where mine blood boils to a freeze!!!

Medication wilt not soothe,
Ridiculers smile for a **** to get thine fill of empty sensations lost pools!!!

They want a capture,
I'm left in thine rain,
Tempering pains, lord oh lord or where is thy rapture?

They want to use me,
Showeth me off,
Abuse me,
Thou sick personal hero!!!

Thy dollar amounts to nothing!!!

Thy thoughts are made up of everything,
Yet no plurals!!!!

Leteth me escape in peace thou no gooders,
You petters of soft emotional beings!!!!!

Isn't English fun to learn--
Especially spelling and pronunciation?
It's hard enough for native speakers
And is the cause of a lot of frustration!

Think of female deer, does,
And then the form of "do," "does."
Consider the "a-s" found in "as"
And how it is pronounced in "was."

We have ears on our heads.
Add a "b" and you've got "bears."
There's also "e-a-r" in "earth."
And a funny "e-i" found in "heirs."

Look up and see a star.
Add an "e" and you've got "stare."
That is not so hard perhaps.
But why does "stare" rhyme with "where"?

"Say" is easy to say, all right.
But add an "s" and you've got "says."
But if you add an "s" to "hay,"
You do not pronounce it "hez"!

Back to "where," which rhymes with "air."
But look at the "e-r-e" in sphere.
"I" before "e" except after "c"…
But what about the weird word "weir"?

"Tough" and "though" are always fun.
Then there's "through" and "ought" and "drought."
Don't forget to drop the "b"
When you say both "debt" and "doubt."

Throw in apostrophes,
And English teachers really have fits
When they are used for writing plurals
Or when "it's" is used for "its."

Forget all the silent letters
In words like "write," "knot," and "pneumonia."
If you said, "I made the rules,"
I'd have to say, "I disown ya!"

It wouldn't work to try to write
All the words phonetically,
For Easterners and Southerners
Don't say all the words like me.

For many years I've been around English--
Hearing, speaking, discerning it,
Exploring its countless nuances.
I guess I'll always be learning it.

-by Bob B (8-28-17)

Here comes the rain
crashing on window panes and lane ways
thumping on brownfields long shaded by tents of homeless
in parks and under bridge.
dragging in cool draft air into crack windows, into
frat houses bog down with heat.
pool water accumulating then draining into city basin
for the city demands of us of all she needs.
leaving ourselves in retreat to within as the rain
spreads its blanket on both the good and the bad.
the almanack foretold of the rain
as i contemplate for the right time to plant my seed.
that was then, and now the terraces are
overflowing
accusation spilling from where ever least resistance might be.
nothing impedes the rain
for she is the bringer and taker of life
the singular in the many plurals of distraction, the fortune that does not change throughout time.
here comes the rain, there goes our actions adjusting to fate again
beating down on the roof of our hearts
singing a tune on which our patterns weave back & forth to dance.
is it time to plant my seed, i ask of the almanack again?
as i cuddle in my blanket observing the formation of the clouds
while the city's crier beat its gong in request again of all that i have
then the almanack said, its time to sow tears

Since the day I awoke, within myself,
among the dead men, walking amidst the beginnings ending,
into a more serious version of mine
self... there I awoke.
Now in my forties / a toys-r-us type of young homie, I carried on without worry;
the laid back kid--type of guy,
who’d love to be in love with love,
the romantic idea of... a perfect kiss supernovae.
Something more than the mundane now,
We’re all at war with our doubts,
the lies every ****** person is spewing out
I wanted more than something not like this.
Why wake now, now when everything
begins to end / the child now must grow up. (Freudian)
Do not be depend/dent.

Alone alive / separated from that human connection,
feeling complete, a recognition of precious lives all the same,
or somethin’ intrinsic to mortality
every requiem Dream ...

All as one as life as grand as vast... as love,
as cosmic as... heaven up above.
Since that day I woke,
I begin to miss it the most, to be more
Participating
That human experience, once carefree & dreamlike
Paradise,
we are amiss of the truthfulness of it
We still sadly resist, existence still imperfect
Life already dismissed, taken,
advantage / playing pretend
losing Love to survival mode.
I feel lost, yo!  without that feeling connected...
Fathers and sons, bro to bro, each other know, y’know?
Since the day I awoke

to childhood’s end, at war
with the souls of men, again ourselves we harm,
the pain without... and on earth, a home,
A world full of soul...
plurals about, praying to one,
just one to know. To heart.
Since sad these bitter times just before the night,
let us bask in the last rays of Golden
sun, the light t’while the green miles
before we are undone... before
Any hope of getting woke
Humanity as a whole...

At war / in hell—a hell of pitch dark,
drowning in the black
The fear, the space time, its infinite width
that men want to claim / themselves define
It’s shores polluted skies ...

(****** upon to gorge, we parasites blind)
Men made / manifest more a destiny beyond barbarian,
past angst and hungry
For purpose, for a shared experience as a whole / a world,
For something more than what’s real, made here,
earth bound and heavy...
I awoke.
As Human as Experiment, flagella in Terra’s petri-dish.
Amidst the suffering, our beautiful breakdown, I awoke.
I see it now, now at dead ends... here’s looking forward to childhood once again. Before. Gone.
Only human. An oxymoron,
I am the great experiment.

for those of you notified, miss markle has joined
i am a royal irish poet of thormond

so the fencing is done

native landscape of west point past checkmate of live alternate
plays at boarding the queens sate
queens ponder whilst servants issue of quarter?



subversive tinctures and laddles of absinthe minded professors
has reach to the crown, best mournings sire
ramparts dublin to england and hounds
previous journals online kindle direct
full name kevin mathenia united states poet
irish american playwright and journalist

subversive war pamphlet available online nows
Means to Measure American Literacy Rates in Ireland: the journalists oath

thats irish stanzas folks

journal to ramparts dublin and the gaurdian

in barreled inks i fished

paddle'd it
you see how we pull to the shale in the rhythyms?

i have always felt it that way to

there and back
length of body out, and ankle it out like a full body power slide
on the face and back hand at once
when the swell and you measure down
she relents and lets you end her or with her
thats aggression

irish cutting you off now shane, have the land ledge movement
im on civil rights violation

trying to fight my way into prison

i'll drag every man who signed his life to me, away
through my castles in pain

jenna haze is on the other side in new york waiting

and rains of sands, soundly bobby, i'll go down

for when i became calm, a star an air force general from ireland

for the green fields of london call, speak of french again

for my grandmother elizabeth omeara of lietrim


the game which gazes
should you choose as seats
recipes that meat?

i will unfind the aprons cloth
of the grill to my lest i be without
signatoria in 3


Gianmaria Testa brother of racquel irene testa
senator michael testa of new jersey

i will not pay rent

brimhall library homekey theft ..... i am irish, she is sicily

her medici's are with holds in ham

milanesa de napoliatana mash

nuovo

you will inact, imagining sorrow's worth
that we lost the war within ourselves
the sun is all the grain leaves
the gold was the catch
the heave and *** of slaves labor
lying dead and downtrodden
on the shores and trenches of america

critical mass generation
thats military science
your passing, as am I
only I being a difference maker
can stand liberty up, a loan to france

thats 1009 emails

you know what colors are in my inbox?

when i became a bar room hero,
it was when she brought the medical records
of her son's heart surgery to me
while we were locked out of my country
we have spent 5 years raising jack jack

hi ken its kevin, fide et amor,  i remember doing a record gig for pennywise in carpinteria with pete rocky

being a civil rights leader ends a lifes able
the journalist's needs are to replace soldier
allowing leave and inroads are built in ink

thousand oaks library signing on

welcome to perception
blue in 2
hold
the
screams
your
hinge                  grab a texas shimmy'r to remove the slide

come back in 1 remove fret at 3 from the killing floor

going to the morse codes gonna hava

im taking jonny langs guitar off, make a duet

this a jazzy blue tie for miley's girlfriend

we gonna session it up to salt title it hinge
work it over for koko to show
wet works to peel the harmonica in to the damage
in 3 or 2 back 2 3 and 4 out
cat crawl throwing stolen thumbs  (thats my names)

thatta lets some water for lil walter

mike, lets steal the spoons from summertimes open scratch and play

when kendall gets home and doesn't cry learn how to resent me
and write that objective

its about ending the celebration,the wrong way
your blind, essays guides and knights of los angeles

being a soldier my whole life, leaves me to know for you
when its good to be scared. and type it  back to me

san francisco rude cruise
end 1
drawings of london overt bostones

chuckies keys hold

ok tara this is the pretty reckless tourbus we are throwing up requests for the santa barbara bowl with johnny lang and linkin park, figure you outs

Ducks, caterpillars and orchestra
Seasons nobley rend.
Unfinishing forms as went
Body moves and ment
Builds of stanzas
Pirrohuet invent
Cloudy durable meditation
Uncure-able
Hinging sang
As rangle dined
Nacient sky wanderings
Awakening leafs songs
Timing breaths, faithful foly
#taylorswift


Suspend
I am confronted
As psyche and lyric
We fertil the lose
#jennahaze

Curation as history
The rude is indifferent
The plum is pluck
Developing inference in witness
The paint is spent defining away

Lady
Your a measured philosophy of prose
A wise love defied trade with me
As we examined fight
Don't define me
The end
#kendalljenner

Corners
What I have understood in life
By turning into the problem
The great reveal lives
As isn't is faced the season, becomes
Concerned
Cornered is her hindsight
And in timing
We face a longing
To lose with

I share of this partnering with provocation
That your days may blend into
Comforting hands of the *******


Girlvert

The Juliet society


Life's at the end
What I have understood in life
By turning into the problem
The great reveal lives
As isn't is faced the season, becomes
Concerned
Cornered is her hindsight
And in timing
We face a longing
To lose with

the civil war
back during the civil war and befor's
people in "certain" professions, policing people
made vows and churches and burned peoples
always the california with the golden rings so fair?
do you?
yes
too late
wifery laws
where i woman isn't speaking
and child molesting men hunted boys into prisoning
absconding from the army
the creation of another continental congress
held that reason required a department of corrections
for the child molesting police to join the military
when a police department reaches critical mass
the must adjourn to prison for appelate and trial judges
to review conduct of office

christina appelgate is kate middleton


contracting and paragraph writing
support of logic
retracting distractions
that a law was created regarding homeless money
and translated into words
the pitch and fervor of advertising wrong
going back in time
governor is still governor
the title of california is governor wording
theft is theft
one cannot make a living off of another human
trafficking....
a american without a job may not steal the life or lively hood
of another
unemployment insurance exists
bad registers are created and then fired or using synonyms
otherwise re written and re described
so as to structure success in california
there are no lifetime appointments as california homeless career

this is welfare fraud
illegal subsidy of anothers provisions

varied degree's of guilt

i will give you a problem to solve
tonight....
why are you holding the testa's hostage
in a body bag in california gavin


new titles
the girl hear
i can get out of town
set up show, catch another address
come back after
after
letting sight out of what's right
she stilled in the bag
overnight
billboard
she is italy
in my eyes
how i died
coming in irish poetry
lost forever, loves taken away

conquestador exquisite
senora mayor
the grass grows strange
in the burrows face

madison beers at me
palabra visions, que

toon face speak, a tent hut

graffiti
the losing laundry
the holding hostage
saying im writing
and all are blind

the disengineous savant
question
when was the last time you ****** over forty men?
thats how to kick a mule into a prison term
turrets for civilians

acquire an acre from the local union operators heretic
be it a she or he or fluids
discuss gus and gals till the trap opines

sup er flows right on the platter

best friend first thanks

snafu
political ****

i am a business

please refer to classic kendall photogs of past declare war politics

malorca lighting was refreshing on kylie, thanks

you got her hair open part ways and try it on you

then there is the dirt abandon shot
the faux grease words and other repose reposing of frame

these missing dictionary values and things help i dont know how

i am not a soldier
i am military
i do millitary
you dont find ways to save us with your free speech
debate and challenge the oppositional sentences

is sewing to speak as i am able
the voting of your booths would exist everyday
allowing us to come home
thats general assembly of world peace
dis arm the powers of the press
the voice missing is the losing song

gwenstefani, never needed you either


not liking this or that
your available to live, and not is wisdom
i am available behind civil rights violations

run of mine
tred of earth, from me and?
when  hearing lies, all tred is gone


a philosophy of news
that as we go in time
a new summization can be afforded little time
and evaluation is infinite
to examine the map, cartography

all news and description of information
is reworkanble into improvement
this include wall street
employement options and descriptions
the word work describes health of a person
....activity and motion over time, improvement requires
more work, less, sedation or atrophy


may or a sale for you
never me, never free
so i dub thee homeless purge worth
compared to my trial record all is profitable prose
i have a juris doctorate
allowing doctoring of evidence from my ****** money

Lancaster mayor’s

what said you?
what sayeth ye?

please share your spotlight of ambition with the news, again
ego that **** thing

the boston globe was fun

your speaking to me thats the military
we don't know the freedom
the people who speak for you
dont and do affect us
taking our life away, inch by inch
i don't
know a lot of things you know how

leave new confessions of freedom and hows the plurals on the paper please for the other people


vishnu and alan watts and linkin parks
another link, another park with poverty
freed thoughts from thoughtless peasants
giving of sentence to the dead
us beyond being loved
having not but that you would reach, another, as we

mention of another
i and thou exists, yet your enemied days list is songs to find ketch and wind in the falling page

the middle path
for and with the undiscovering of the mind
the untouched rendering of paint
the unknowing of war and wars
a vowel a verb reflection
before the slaving, water and narcissus
as she was meaning so shall i

when will she bring a new song
#parisjackson #jennahaze

issuance #2
in the creation of letter, language study, finance
and British measure of peace to the americs's
simple sail was used, ink was left and library was erected as frame

this is an irish essayist, ireland has done this with history already.


college
for the irwin husband
we are proud of 20 year old with ******* fiesta

classic enjoyment of liberated women's rights
to explore rock n roll and have great *** with experience
preference of billionaire agenda, as if, victoria and secrets

irish poet attempts in american logic spells

governing of wife done by newsomething else so became governor of california

is this examination of translation and literacy
an appropriate measure of comparative literature?
in the discussion of barbs, insufficient language in legislation
am i as poet descriptive in the imbalance?
the inference of opposition is delve able.

poverty rights, privacy rights, many military measures of law
less choice, higher literacy rates, finite math and means of speech
after entry into history, no counter exit may be spoken.    miranda


scotlands measure in doubt
as folded lend
bends of russian summer
turgenev's spring,
remembrance oft turmoiled pillage

the canter of burry, lythical touch
empty surrenders of birth

calming the worries of wisdom
i am not the wisdom of your past
i am only logistics from the army
census is not complete in california
1st coordination of the day is homeless numbers are coming in negative
2nd coordination burn victims go in the hospital

homeless people are without frame or constitution

disaster and emergency protocol correction

the hand of my general is calming

this is one of our departments, civil affairs

safe for work,,    higher

here, we allow and let go the focus of what people are
trafficking in doors
in doors doesn't exist
the mass ****** exists
i seek that military trials have been held in the past

this is removal of the flank, the laddle and the bath
warmth out and in the wounds of war
musn't the war be quieted? yes it must

command has this in hand ladies

the irish wombe
contritions wombe
never shall i contrive, of
mothers wisdom
the act of being contrived, is
an act of hostaging the violition
of another
embattled romes kneel'd
conference of the selfless slaves of
northern ireland
i am liberated from france

everyday california crimes
the police **** the women in the street
ain't i a woman

non profit orchestras
in the assembly of 2 and more bodies, able'd gangs arm to arm
formation of flank

homeless crisis profit(s)

the capture and title-ing of slaves in america

this is military, united states
intercept of interpol and permit emit of transmission by and four lensed


mater dei
the theology and police family audit of 2024-2025

that?  neither is enrolled nor contributes to the cost of living
that? corruption of trust as defined by antitrust investigation shall apply

the police and theology budget and quality of life=q factor
in the signal of draw from amp(s)
the hague applied

submitted to allied command.

they are aware this is going public

i use a vaporizer after talking with a doctor in thousand oaks
the conclusion by medical opinion was that an increase in my life span would be the result after years of tobacco smoking
also the lowering of my bloodpressure..

obstruction to justice, public speech paid for and ?


a word of kiwi
not wild quant britain
nor english, middle irish familiarity
and against neither of holding long
1 scotch 2 poors of bourbon and no ice

thats a livid louda in 3

tap.....?

oasis champagne supernova that whouldn't hi, hide
small word nice clean new wave orchestra's

aubreyz a surfer girl painter song

foolish
foolish is the youth
of a voice
in attempt
of the temple
accept that the temple is held
the water drops
the void is you

jenna, again, i use your eyes for love

the charge of war and wars towards affectioniting me
as the fetile position of creed none see the after waste
of using kevin's ink

i am the cooled desert's water hiding
as your city beats, me, tranquility is stone

i am many bodies without many homes, less the good night of worth

welcome to many mansions and the area housing authority corruption of the united states of america.  the sub letting of the government in the creation of the privately operated treasury of church inside of .org states and savings and loan

as the employer, the employee finds and defines the crime
those are the labor laws, i am a poet

post, actionable response
attempt of cinder
black male rf signal trace
brimhall library
city employee operator
deploy of title overt testimony of intent
intent to bag conference
citizens journal to warden
indifferent confine, criminal conspiracy, interpol readout
to mirror holding homeless millions wears gold watch
was on luthern web site and removed visible identity

unauthorized rf signals

***** education agency
keep off
irish mits tap flat
no army
need no green
hit and p, keeper of the pass
re lease my frame and a e
say no everyday the french
it a chique form

paying checks like a senator, no quik e

repa no clowner signs? y mas palor

para the monk? extravagants warehouse

monk 6 the housing laws

he own the budget of delapidated crimes not payed for

structual engineering ,, poor citizens supervisory councils
no impedence of traffic on lines


environmental laws of diplomacy
those without have less discussion provided them


years ago i came into thousand oaks

battling the recession

mathematically it was not a survivable odd
the opponent was collapse eminent domain and gerrymandering
feared and fearfull letters from inept language of assembly

finding others unhoused, in various states of dis-repair
i eventually  "graduated" to the "wash" where we are "learned" to hide
while acquiring american hobo skills of interstate travel
the language of the country takes time and toll.

liberty is the confidence of the great american hobo's, thus the toll of locomotion is always our right to pass obstruction

havent seen you since la conchita cameron

my ventura bailiff if concert can happen for you if you a jimmy carter refuge looking for the light on, he never hide 40 yard dashes

elbows up side to side chiques cool let him ride

diplomacy and letters post brexit
after brexit, with ireland stabilized
my consulate does not experience loss of life
the international laws which protect my life
are the language i am putting across your desk

loose grasp of the united kingdom
i am british, the king is english
i am irish, not scottish
these are languages, and i am also english now that brexit has happened in history
where my family comes from in new york and ireland is the country side
in new york we are a us general of diplomacy
in ireland we live in the peaceful countryside where no wars are experienced
we have no police

Commission on slaves
Lahsa, and aha are not hud and not newsom.  These are criminals welfare queens and non profit tax frauds

Homeless annexing official drug Lords of court algorithm obstructions

Tony your going to prison with gretched

fathering a cradle
outside of a letter
against a government
the rendered offense of needs
above the heeding of just and fair
taking of fares, grins beneath stairs
obstruction to the bodies dying in streets
hateful days and nights
efforts of hate
efforts too taken over the bodies
imposed, impotented, writen for
in orders of motions to attack, the waiting
game taste of human meats
#asmirwin #aoc #senwarren

antitrust investigations of the legislatures of american
causable frame for reason
poverty, geneva violations of human rights to a frame and a constitutional measure of life in the span of our time on earth


emily conover
geo thermal evacs
the detonation and liquification
of our commodity
water
hydro carbon poignancy
the projection against turbine
injection as variable in dissection of mathematician languaging

aggregate and re sum zero mass
mass against mass is fold of sum some thing in another length
ink, opposite polar coordinate from military science
finite math finite letter

geneva conventional wisdom focus on housing in american life span


tony this is congres letters hearing this
and homeless american is worth sunday retraction
love you kylie, no more wells fargo post office's thanks

she knows behind blue eyes

--debating journals as a means to measure progressive literacy of lives living and so on-----

world peace in parts
the third overature's
approach
the price and cost of stable
day in 1's
the eurasian peninsula returns gaurd
flanking northern atlantic forces
armada appears as whale flights
8 and 1 alto of a fifth measure
commondity to hold, four too held

ambers grains beneath handed ash

autumn a single quarters marking and mark of
coordinate #1
brexiting history

herstories, autumns, length of visit upon the heading west

titling in victory, a chinese summit

the name
insurmountable collage of civilization
civilized sorcery of the high seas

the race is him, beneath the empty calling of war
in the northern rims of ireland
aka korea

korean is irish for peace

no longer than a four and a measure
is tilting interesting the pangenian effectures

have we the symphony today ladies

enjoy american greed in 0

eva is this touch up removed from french press yet?


notice to chief public defender
of breach, in ventura county courthouse

breach of clearance level
none of you should be hearing from me
aside from antitrust
i should be gone inside a long time ago

a general, general's breach is a mass is movement
and im demolished frame, constitution as the same, american
citizen destroyed by cost of police budget
bulldozer physics of high school football scrimage fame

gentle humble american peasant liberty meets destruction
anti construction jobs operation of petrol causing exposure of flesh to exhaust pipe acid rain porous mixture of priority god

whatever plagirism education they appear to have
it's all fear of something better
that is something they cannot be a part of
the department of corrections owns them
and the cowardice of not going to the prison
they are assigned to for review of paperwork
is the constant extension of war crimes by defintion
in u.s. history.
the army they are not
to policy regarding that things career ends with the obstruction
to the justice department and district attorney's exhibiting fear in the line of duty
army and american regulation and allegiance of courage requires no cowardice
i am army
cowardice is the death penalty
treason is punishable by death

what say you?

Definitions of caballero;
Noun 1 a Spanish or Mexican
gentleman. He wore a sword,
the symbol of his status
as a gentleman, or caballero.
2 in the southwestern US;
a horseman.The Caballeros
are the cavalry or horsemen
who guard Jesus from those
trying to capture him
in this re-enactment.

ca·bal·le·ro/ˌkabə(l)ˈye(ə)rō,-ˈle(ə)rō/
noun noun: caballero; plural noun:
caballeros 1 a Spanish or Mexican
gentleman. 2 US in the southwestern
US a horseman. mid 19th century:
Spanish, ‘gentleman, horseman’,
based on Latin caballus ‘horse’.
Compare with cavalier, chevalier.

Chevier / ˌShevəlir / Historically
a noun Noun: Chevalier; Plural
noun: Chevaliers: a knight,
a knightly man; a member
of certain orders of knights
or modern French orders
such as the Legion of Honor.

HISTORICAL • BRITISH
the title of James
and Charles Stuart, who
pretend the British throne.
Noun: Chevalier; Plural
noun: Chevaliers; late
middle English denotes
a rider or a knight: from
the Old French, from
the medieval Latin Caballarius,
from the Latin caballus
"horse". Compare
with Caballero and Cavalier.

· A liar is a DC / ˌkavəlir / Name: SIR;
The plural, the highest cutting process,
called: Cavalier King Charles; Plurals are:
1. The knight king of Charles belongs
to the historian, King Charles 1 English
War here. Catalog of life realistic king
is the human being "the Cavaliers,
King Charles, who must die" Antonyms:
Round head, Member
of Parliament and is really
the kindness of a man, vague, |
especially with her, who
is the protection the ******;
The name of the cavalry;
The plural, the largest archaic
cut process and the rider,
but mainly as the rider.
Synonyms: knight, knight,
knights, soldiers, knights,
soldiers, knight; 2. A type
of work in a small cocker
spaniel and a silky coat,
soft, medium long. adjective
1. Cavalier transmits
it; Without further ado,
"an arrogant attitude
irritated Anna". Synonyms:
indifferent, indifferent, casual,
disdainful as an insignificant
couple,                                                    to a strange and disinterested people;
Whorish, presumptuous,
arrogant, proud, haughty,
haughty indifferent to civil
contempt, seductive, indifference
very sure, raw, raw, raw, fleeting,
ephemeral and fragile in the middle.
Finally, the fish will not
be sent back to be strange
and without any purpose to leave
Medius - "the rider, right,
and the real dangers" See reflective
origin. Mid-sixteenth century:
gala, Italian rider
In America, the donkey of the "horse".
Compare with Caballero Chevalier.

never me, never free
so i dub thee homeless purge worth
compared to my trial record all is profitable prose
i have a juris doctorate
allowing doctoring of evidence from my ****** money

Lancaster mayor’s

what said you?
what sayeth ye?

please share your spotlight of ambition with the news, again
ego that **** thing

the boston globe was fun

your speaking to me thats the military
we don't know the freedom
the people who speak for you
dont and do affect us
taking our life away, inch by inch
i don't
know a lot of things you know how

leave new confessions of freedom and hows the plurals on the paper please for the other people