so how are things —
i sang, ‘how kids know without
the ever-apparent adult noose’
who knows what it means i mean
who really knows how it hangs?
w e could a s k 4
more as nature is not a fruit but
a whore; i strangled myself blue
knowing How my mouth likes to
shoot a bullet through its roof!
–=———–HAHA——–===-
Agent Orange please return to Room
Blue A; we all know what it means
to have met a genteel man named (now
get this) Ay Nal. Hey man! i’ve
got a disease called laughing hyena
(a carnivorous mammals of the family
Hyaenidae of Africa and Asia) yes sir.
my eyes were blue as an ocean then
the tears of sorrow took them away.
:: 06.30.2020 ::
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barrel the hatch sea surf deaths!
i feel the wrath of mother nature
sliding bidding the death cold water
kraken smile toothed grin death
aaaah! the waves! Ahhh go away!
Mother tending to her children
alone but safe on sturdy land
her man against the seas
fourteen flowers save me
one for each month at sea!
Aaaah! Wave! Go away! Go Away!
The sails like blue birth death
bellow-winded nature curses
bitch in heat wanting death
i want land but cannot quit
the crow nest my temple death
Salty-bearded men praying
go away!
:: 10-11-2014 ::
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