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(unedited notes/dreams, wroted ©️ 2024) by inkrealm -www.inkrealm.info (our minaro sponsored notes will be available @ wordstar.nexus/nine) ides of march and beyond... i Then bones wrapped me like wings, same meal five times a day I danced Alexandra. She kissed someone else, Asian girl, atop my stop, hands hey and she tells me making meaning, I thought it was that type of party, awake to sequin memory, Emilee pregnant, Our bath in a belly but I fear— History will not forgive stories in the press insisting: moscow dictator as we choose the same two choices every election isnt it the same in most places. except they dont have a man like recognition putin, I suggest Woolf's Orlando and find a Panzer tale in the process because marcus aurelius lost me at love your fellow man. when I was at neighbor war, fighting to record prelude in e minor opus 28 no.4 for jimmy page after that one ovationizing welk. of course i 'hould 'ave raved for charlotte saved my life in a sense... ii d'alessio the one with a behave arm, i get up my own numb - perhaps from shopping or cricket keira, outside the store, story dream natalie in a suit bright seemingly off to a fashion show it's pages not port - a man pass-anger seat she slides down his zipper from within pants. wizardry. I awake - Alexandra is going to exercise for seven days - the chords, arrived and i lean against persian notes. g, c, am, d, e...i guess key of c or g - already decided to record it only with Guitar- like a plot which organizes to present an alternate history, 312 (all this time won't do) title by emilee- left me weary of multi-tracking... Hollywood has been doing that, i suppose some are intent on the Hoax being kept but one glance tells anyone November 1963 the powers that buzz and bee hive history in blind honey pink Chanel 2103 none of us can wait that long - no it don't matter but Dang it 'hould 'ave always. subjective truth, no sense in denying denials. work in song awaits. the Fable is what remains - let us pray it is not the Lie we are being force-fed by sex media incorporated. iii intent missed soul, sole, seoul, point is upon election eve he could have bombed. Any of their cities to the ground, you 'ould 'ave, saying we are winning, The worry War. Constellation making me watch, for noomi, the alternate, or alternative realities seductive, unlike the plain lie as in once upon a time in Hollywood which faces, contradictions... concerned with nostalgia call the new track zetsubo zafa tattoo parlour for a friend in canada, toronto perhaps montreal. in the dream. i do not have awake three hours after exhaustion, and bizarre trip to pay bill and market...Richard Freiherr von Rosen, they are like wikipedia adding w.h.e. i get to sleep in frenzy confusion. there is an electronic tree, each leaf a screen containing scenes from my relationship to what they call an ex - hex on my mind, aunt knew the danger. "but they don't eat there - do they?" no, not even apple tv can respond to the question... how do you know you are not already dead - iv it is, Of course, not that type of Party. No reference to political organ in session. In fact, no party at all, not even part time - part time sleep awake wondering how the sun slips into a closed Room...literal sweat, nothing sweet in dream - I should be promoting our new songs - Maybe I miss ello.co too much as it made it feel for a While that it all made sense - Alexandra quotes the rabbi quoting Jesus and I SMH not for the locals, but imagine love your neighbor as your gaza strip. Still, I like her success as It makes me feel accomplished. Pentagram jeans in Druid Sam days, green symbol, no envy - her twin stars of davy upon Levi's hip Rock. Restless and hungry I Rolled out another tune - the Vault pretty happy to have it flexed... three chords entwined with bebop notes, "TEMPERE" - hell's ink heaven said because in confronting myself with what is the cap 'o finlandia i missed helsinki by miles - but Yes also for the word play Aspect. Geography, always suspected now confirmed, my weakness. land 'o lakes capitool of bread- Basically the commission said, the first lady's dress cannot be used as evidence or revealed. Nobody, not even in quiz town, had any questions. v i cannot say because i do knot Know, how the day actually fried such irony. In joy, track goal all done plus one, flummoxed deity - versions of goddess and vampire party... to be greeted by picnic insanity! what did macron say - three cats in hall dream - mother at bath i thought maybe it's the jesus candle, a day of mourning yet my roll out the barrel excitement cannot be contained... in thoughts that have yet to fully grasp, further irony kate was it karla's birthday estelle is victoria;s. no, wonder axe players abbreviate within a box. Recording and mixing are not talents, guess work, you find - reason at one hit wounders whereas in song writing. I partly felt this time around that chords are all one needs - feeling deaf i borrowed beethoven seventh...the notes are already in the shapes, yet even in the arranged solo struggle i still wanted to adorn jerry's resting place with grateful praise... i get to the house early, we go to a restaurant - she says i hate eating here... Aleksandra in mind with her lovely mother and little sister- how can AP news even dare to hint that this has occurred beef ore? Social media never felt so vital. I know who you are an' what league you played in... fifteen hundred dollars...they said five k, how long before we dismantle the monetary system- slow train; it costs more to store the food than to give it, crazy train; millions of people living as foes, purple mountain majesty across the fruited plains... for perfect tone use columbia needles, Ot yuzhnyh morei do polyarnogo kraya Raskinulis' nashi lesa i polya. (From the southern seas to the polar extremity Our forests and fields are in bloom...) vi The room, not school although "home" room in dream monday day off dreaming. All white, the clean bone, Animal skeleton in museum white, all my things are gone except the dresser, a radio atop also whitened, despite thinking Jupiter, space travel four moons, I find myself in 3k argument cassettes and man spilling water... dreams of my furniture, idk, wtf... Avoiding everything I continued sleeping and the ironic point in ello co was the lost captions when requesting archive they did not respond - some art too, i suppose. in any case, why lament - i try a nocturne and when the, Emotions match the key I am going to record it, as a counterpart to the prelude... it is nice to take a day. To take it as if a special sale deal, dear Lea now dearer as presented herself character without words left me speechless - re, kursk film. she was more russian than russian. more human than human... indeed I am the nexus-one... this scroll also breathes at wordstar.nexus/preview hbd, alivia. vii Burroughs had DE, a way, if you will of Acting. I had, for a while. Another type of DE, delovely ex, nothing Cole Porter, the kind of ditty that invokes the Spring. subliminal hint, shop my shop. deluxe de-lovely in dream I was about, enslaved to remorse, we have the chains, why not use 'em but excommunicated reight before waking into new hours baltimore bridge leading into suckerpunch stances, what stanzas the report said british woman gored by Himalayan yak During everest hike. Constellation nearly too good. i went into unlocked for more noomi, ra! (was a sun god) -i- pace myself into promoting the latest songs where the sandwich and the salad were perhaps telling the dj. i would eat out her ice box, until it was empty or melted - was going beyond the call of contradicting fidelity ergo ejacualte for wife whitewash spurt rock and roll ghosts. i want to cover words of love daria went full metal jacket diabolical i was hungry too despite an orange, two olives, and a slice of bread... viii dear readers, my apologies - somehow i opted to wait upon the release of 'goddess' (lyric at vsco) to continue these explorations i am not happy to report that the delay has yet to find resolution...in any case, two versions of the track should be available in a loosely defined soon not to mention v.e.clem which is also on the back burner...meanwhile if you are starving for skinny girls, no relation to bare naked ladies, material - scroll down for a live take of oh sister. ix (lyric and chords for OSPEW) verse/chorus wisdom hand magic touch held dream thin as fire our death still in a scream sometimes remembering by candle light bell chimes like your sandal shuffle right left the world our burning love ocean sand prints the eternal wave moon pours out sunrise’s yellow grave other times deja vu kiss we feel hell of now these moments we steal theft the world elevation above lennon singing nobody told me ther’d be days like these walrus blind lust sold nothing prayer knees sometimes in voodoo rock and roll we are free heaven in ruins like notre dame or me bereft the world without true love theft the world elevation above left the world our burning love wisdom hand magic touch held dream thin as fire our death still in a scream sometimes remembering by candle light bell chimes like your sandal shuffle right left the world our burning love left the world our burning love __________________________ chords, G - A - B ♭ - D9 - D x "definitions" lyric: caught the telephone ringing all alone tell the sunshine hey wait for the evening winner winner chicken dinner grateful dead song spinner flashback evil knivel flying wheels pepper mill chorus got my definitions underlined got that lust in front of her it’s right behind next to her sides it’s like my soul she rides it’s like my soul she rides lyric 2 hours headline like minutes desire holds me like iron boots questions query curious answer lies the truth is only felt in a purr lyric 3 I put the receiver down I hear the echo around town.. xi. lyric for "veclem" eye keep my word even where nothing was said instrumental song i heard it’s a wedding march it was april, were we wed? high fidelity daildialler, as modern as tomorrow russians at brandeburg gate without love its a cyanide capsule tornow jets even the dogs to fate jigsaw hall waltzing all evidence circumstantial high fidelity daildialler, as modern as our sorrow australia search party raves the spirit of virginia e clemm in my dreams beyond the graves how many years how many tears tasmanian brunette maybe all of them high fidelity daildialler, as modern as tomahrow (asking about this language of tiger mist and tale tell neon signs i tell you the plot of easy rider is the same as in turn the page or one of her glances like those theatrical lines) high fidelity high fidelity daildialler, daildialler, daildialler, modern as tomorrow… as modern as sorrow. -out now !! !! !! as well as two versions of "goddess"- 3 & 6 dream notes resume domani, ciao, bella. xii The recording, waveform 12 although "home" the track wasnt empty my lament at the impossible first take. goddess that is or was, second take delivery sirena door, i fiddled notes before third take not as on, more ballad than intended. four and five trying for time arriving at six, but i don;t sing the same without holding the axe - the full story of that song... well that is a novel, i might not get to write... in any case, cover is praise vulcan's wife - because i owe Him a poem. java jolted i noted third earthquakes in new april york i think i made friends with def and grace - she lost pick, hella died. foreign correspondent, rose glascock - no erection for films now, still at lucy in the sky with hale yup pll season one, as bad as it gets - the ppl of cali are lucky to have her... had no idea about joshua tree until. my point is you have an obvious star, why make her work seven years on a soap operaesque triviality tease from which there is no escape - so anti-meritorious. . i like the word transnistria... not sure about the place, pridnestrovian... otherwise thinking about tits. i ask myself if i really love emilee. why still the distraction...song i heard today i only have eyes for tits, i mean you... This is derailing, jokerman dance trisapol city do you like my records? perhaps it is distance, what am i standing here for? ah yes dreams, but peek the broken handcuff tattoo aurora anarchy has on her tits, i didnt mean to put down karli mergenthaler - or to like melanie marie's breast... not as on, dream pool woman with three tits. like a strap across her chest - i was playing, lost my martin, asked stood in a room where funny fat women moaned - raising their hands until wet dream... sweatpants i have not worn... more concerned with my six string - bully men take no note - lock the door. i wait then awake to find my acoustic still there. alec baldwin got his patience stolen, again - more recent scene, switzerland guitar. fifty frets, ten dollars - i walk over to emilee, is this alright she reaches red purse for money but i explain that i am asking for her permission - i got the bullets... i get up feeling the fakes wanting her safety net. i finalize the details of her portrait, nearly done now upon my wall. there's talk from kinsky vienna klimt thirty million but i cant translate cover my two room windows with aluminum foil - felt shot down and hobbled last walk. . i listen to tore down... regret my tone is more freddie, than slwohand... that is, when simply strumming here. a bunch of new chord progressions. no new songs, i argue with her...but i love her more than tits. i dream she writes me three notes, gives them to me... i lay me down at the foot of the ash tree instead of reading i am mesmerized by fluttering things of a tan disposition, a spider web with two spiders and an army of perhaps ants crawling away from the under bush - i think for a minute it is from my elbow...it's all i can think about for some time hoping she has returned to me... meanwhile i think i made friends with eliott easton. i get instagram but start looking for signs... i delete the app knowing there is no way i can digest all the content in context without misplacing logic even if it accents loneliness. i had not seen my satanic ritual art for odeya rush in a while...hmm out of the blue the hint of maria neverova but i have no idea why...i suspect the boundary problem with some family members but why riot against the unknown...best to fight nasal congestion instead... play my scales, sandwich and chips... wait for emilee most likely in vain. i swear sometimes i think even keira is jealous. surely i have said too much and i won't call you shirley again. xiii sunday was saying kfc and sunday was saying pizza i look at leah and recall emilee would commit a crime for a plate of pasta... cleaning up as little as possible i fix the noodles and watch the show - well i only listend to one episode while cleaning and cooking then viewd the following one ending in lab mice cages.. .pages of skin in a bikini dream i glide my hand under the latex which is surprisingly flexible the girl has beauty mark on her right and as i feel down to a shaved wax center it occurs to me that i was with someone else a minute go yet could not recall the details... she seems to smile but i wake up nearly worried that i have not been true to my desire...perhaps it was staying up late wondering over t he daytona news about the man at the holiday inn reportedly offd himself to avoid a hit and run incident... i suppose for the possible meanings and obviously the fact that no one tells when you rent a room in most cases that something like that happened...didn't go out but thought about that other walk, the dream that day had been about someone upset making dogs pay for the anger... several poor pups, some where slammed and others where thrown out the window... i myself threw a few dollars at ocean protocol, everytime i think to get golem i hear led zep the evil one, ramble on - do i continue this path into season two... i can't really decide - on the one hand the list of films to watch is rising but it gives me something to look ahead to and on the other hand i had wanted to see all the lucy hale in action...for titty fans there is the horizontal dude, but my favorite was a cinderella story once upon a song...i wonder if it was eiza competition... looking at the date. looking at the hour it doesn't feel alike midnight. oklahoma had it awful last night i noticed while reading about cambodia... munitions, my music oh yeah that one was sort of cool in a quirky way... not the twenty dead, but 'all i wanted'... hopefully one day we can come up with something to rival 'roll out the barrel'... meanwhile please consider more safety on baltimore roads for people driving home after a ten hour work day... i remember emilee and keira both spoke about the anxiety - in their case before - i was more concerned later over the curtained econoline - travel is necessary but truck stops and parking lots aint good for much, in that sense my mind was much eased given that soon after the salon shut down they were sort of together again - listening to macbeth, as i do once in a while, screw your courage to the sticking place and we'll not fail, i had a vision of her aunt... not sure what it meant last week when i felt no hunger at hopelessness - maybe the words to so you wanna be a rock and roll star are more than lyrics "a little insane"... contrast cypress "shits funny how impossible dreams manifest"... hill, long nights after peck macarthur i kept seeing myself in fatigues a reoccurring dream from which i rose not knowing if we were conquering or had been overwhelmed by the forces holding the hill. xiv the last pill i saw her take, hinted at being in love with her style. so much so as to desire reincarnation, before and after, leaving my lust in . the Dust. I suppose, what do i do with my love, the dream says nothing, or there is no bus no seductive suv, two beat up pick up trucks a motley crowd deformed and dreary I am about to get onto, metallic bed... imagining eternity on the wrong road i sigh - lies what are they if the mind is true north. car ol in a char lotte. shots fired so new i wish i knew no more. sour reminder 'put everything you own here on this seat' i really should be more bitter yet can't help my carefee...joy in the bliss of being me. well when i can escape ape planet. people posers, scape throat shouts threatening tranquility et cetera.. i shave, going on a bizarre diet to shake the hovering ghost of take a shit instead of ejaculating - the yen slides unable to keep track of the toilet times, it's a long way to the top going down the road feeling bad...ozzy confronted by put Ja he's us in front you replies we don't kill today... god has a hard on for marines because we kill everything we see... lincoln county road or armaggedon? xv have i misled, you, myself, at joy bliss - as if i don't need want adore. Her, it's that the torment torture 'ould 'ave, well too much, The worry to say. Translate it as obsession, perhaps thralldom, chained to serving, her, well the idea of her...looking at pictures pondering, the last ones made me uneasy, frantic... concerned with perception, consequences. my soul too quick to judge my possessiveness too trigger happy it's only in my mind, yet married to imagination's novelty never antiquated. in the dream aquarium. i am designing or redesigning cover art i think she is saying something, perhaps again my wishful thinking i went to sleep at ten...morning, after the mourning and the irony of a criminal with the same name. as someone in the family, venice i turn over waking confronted beach by who or what makes me play 'dirty laundry'... it's three or so, rainy but not cool - i assure you i'm not, loving her blind of course there is a chance she hates me. maybe there are two of her one that needs me and one that makes my knees sneeze. bless you emilee both... he grins at the line, all this sure- yet what exactly can she do with all this devotion or even love? at least her teacher gave her ten dollars - once upon a time...besides if she was sitting here next to me would i still be into it. itself. maybe, that bush is why said knowing humans and fish can coexist in peace, did her lifestyle imply mermaid. joy to the world all the boys and girls, take my advice or you'll curse the day you started rollin' down that lost highway... 'I want you to get a fuckin' driver's manual, and I want you to study that motherfucker!" xv s'ure there were lessons too. i suppose i could, instruct her on laziness - thoughts crawl, red legged thru maze outside of logic, yet to make certain, these two seemingly days i could spend more time for her - carli i said fucking of course i miss the point down pull the details who would risk. nickolodean jam master - oh nobody looks at that sort of- irony -yet the volusia watermark zone, instead of knight or saint i dream sitcom. telling someone i'm oldfashioned actually a pull over top dress borderline slander i need you to believe...in the impossible. tailgate- you might ask what does he want record, not much really- her salvation in case the truth can indeed be twisted like the word extremist, (he plays Asus2 Dmaj9 and G) to sing what memory rings - isis who do you love wide open mojo... medley med mera, tint my tangled hair print my declaration again for her which is starting to sound more unconditional than i want it to bee honey steak aunt buzz yet i'm still in a worry dream a blur perhaps her- ancient architecture yet awaking to mind foe as if temple. skull, no sense church. maggots trying to joint transaction. i can't stand the thought of being foolish- the laughingstock of missed reflections wanker won't miss pretty little liars voting not to carry on further. they 'hould 'ave stopped too and let lucy shine. lucifer lighters torch up religious smokes. nothing is true everything is permitted - shaving why do the blades suddenly all right. the defintion of ride or die appears at arm. no exit escape, what shape is this poetry if it is not also prose. no exit escape, who is this man that needs her from head to her toes... xvi he wants to edit that line - who is this man in such need of her from her head top down to her toes... octopus ceviche finds him wondering - siderewicz, barbara osf. overwhelming sensation, he listens as if ears stumbled he lies as if it has been three days of love me emilee time is not indeed, time is the evil beloved the hours ours - in fact three years like nothing before - jewish girl saying palestine does not exist vanished - marriage is between a man and a whoa it's hip now to anti semi truck but that road has always been in style- curb my polo ticks, again i am apple lick tickle. he is walking a duck in his parlor? no doubt his favorite, ask the rabbi if i can brand myself like her oxen cattle instead of tat... it is crowded at the airport make way for the president of the republic they say but contra israel protest confronts the crossing from the front- feels like dreaming in a sardine can, take me to sardi's - awake no rest our aunt hill i meant - kenya stop, why does magua hate the gray hair so much, keira dawn it's not only "teeth" the whole record is divine - die monster die, re - nearly stepping on australian soil i feel genocidal, yes only raspberryemi !! !! this ain't rock n roll - magua understands the white man is a dog to his women...penny dreadful wes, studying my role - katie bar the door - bark delivery hark - yes i feel like the last of the mohicans, what are we eating emily, the blood of our enemies. Magua will eat his heart... Children under the knife...Seed wiped out forever... of course in a casual manner, protocol you see...still, to give myself away at unrequited love makes Dante nudge Virgil 'at least i actually looked at Beatrice once upon a time' well i do declare, i never. any nairobian even thinking about nine year old charlie horse won't make it - or i'll come back and kill every one of you sons of bitches. xvii it is, more accurate. unrequested love. what the hell might one reply - rickles never really told a joke. In fact, mostly truths. i want to stick it to D & V, but my thoughts are crowded with song lyrics, not my own and lines from scipts embedded like stars in the sky mind but lookit, no i have not beheld the object bitch of my adoration yet you never got to see beatrice post on social media, so it evens out. in. the white album revolution - i can't help it - how you feel is how you feel - number nine, what am i asking - not much- nothing in fact nothing to prove - i animate counterrevolutionaries for wordstar her nexus begging i suppose you'd call it - never let me goooooo... nothing else doing nothing done eyeliner, i'm shocked worry all night at her annoying altar. Still, illogical yet it must throw the opposition into chaos. omfg he really means it even as dreams flicker, i feel the envy - you got something better, you got a heart of stone... dream knife door invasion Rolled out wallet - voodoo mojo on the floor someome is looking at my Zara... like food - haunted later as if still, serving a warrant search - here in my headquarters self reserved for her or myself knowing the never us like a dream playing basket nike air one - broke then the woman with circle heel. wood, center nailed handing them to now confirmed, my confusion. how to high heel sneaker? thoughts of her no doubt- wake up to find you are the eyes, of the girl, world spins notice i did not wish her here. The, invitation was not to force, indeed an option of freedom, well of freedom chained to love's rioting addiction. mifnight twelve ten scarlet magnolia. mignite weird 288 dead, the recording from a marching '88. waht is fate. who is she like wine. tell me, does it sound like whining in my wound up caffeine nicotine wisdom. fuck it, i already went the distance, perhaps twice, a couple of hours and i can say it again i'm just like you it's two in the morning and i don't know nobody. xviii The day, sun anxiety any hint of semen "home" who me and even illiterate. All become instant experts, olivia babin kills danny for a coat, i got to sleep vision street ambulance content having, not turned love over on the badbed, to introduce battering ram but still, how are incest and religion, on the menu, the phone rings i can ony imagine eva died... dreams of cousins, tweedle dee ... tweedle dum then uncle a sort of clone copy since we have no speak since i can't recall they don't like dates, give it about half a decade, literally not seen since circa 2009 somehow i manage to - fantasy fuck, i suppose. but awake to lucy hale - i don't know how to have imaginary friends, Emotions if I love Emilee rain, love reign over me... of course yes even if it happens... i am going to say it is unrequired love. go on pity the circus fool, playing at damn this foil ain't sticking to the window feel imagination censored no invite to met gala i order camphor the valued file distinguishes... meanwhile pre-recorded men... replay bully snub nose gun for hat the invisible man was right every pitfall trick in the book. you are sure to find on the way to western lands. i wrote "homage" canto in minutes three versions, in the quick turns recently typo found 34b should read 32d. yes i mean the knockers...thirty two delovely. if they tell you i died and they were looking through the place for evidence, ask what knife stabbed through the door. (post-script, as i ate my turkey sandwich, swallowing my pepsi in the lament of also not having met john huston or mae west, but happy to have not interacted with oj i recalled that i wish wanted to actually start this prose-poem with the line, i have not used witchcraft to get a grant, one of my mothers, who died of loop us, gave me that mojo i dreamt as being floored... obviously, given that her and keira admitted to hexan hexes, it could be that i am under a spell - or as mackenzie put placed it can somebody tell this bitch nobody likes her... in any case, i don't think that is the case. she had me ever since you look like like my friend fletcher...) xix handshake. hair cut K,now, how the meatloaf raven such irony. dream still haunts back tattoo wings, like egyptian - etching of goddess or no basement party... i am time travel machine typing! logic? - that was hanging as kid this guantanamo - red crate man traded maybe for the raided i didn;t use hotel california shoot simply over bad vibes at first thought...allen told me best thought, thirst one. sorry i can't chronologic order, i cant see any reason of hoax but i'm not stepping foot in aussie, suddenly the stories tee emo bombs away homonymous. boy that was hard as hell.ngl. where was i homonym, i love toes retweet cali govt mid april into cologne he calls perfume, i'm sort of a perfume whore. my word horde is from memory. having gone haywire deleting when ugh door doctor ily. billy they don't like you to be so free. i hit london with paralyzed neighbor downstairs nearly insane with worry. landed to hear their farm a see contraption has no balance. other place is closed shut. and teh customer service receptionist at the everybody is rich nation is late. i hope kyle fared better. dear em, how miss some of those postings. so i suppose this is like the time she read from her ten year old diary. annoying but in a very cool hot sexy girlboss way... tells me she never cried for milk as a baby, she only cried for me. i believe everything she tells me, don't call my hoe a bitch. i wonder if she knows i phoned the salon once. nervous at mya couldn't bring myself to query for her. nearest i came to speaking to the most weautiful bowman i ever seen. woman beautiful, so you can understand even if she were by my side i would think it a dream. a lie i tell myself in the post modern tragedy we all pretend is going to work out in some future none of us will be there to prom land promise, maybe in spirit perhaps. at least the six year putin plan is in place. xx it is, more accurate. if this about my. soul what the hell might one reply - i dont want it without her. otherwise, no logic porn. i's research stick it to millions, they do so evenly crowded one cannot escape it, if a tree falls in the forest... but lookit, as i have it kate cut her hair, i was shocked then how i loved those locks she reddened, i was then shellshocked traum. in german means dream. the trauma now eased - molly the latest cut - how you feel is a national holiday - tgi not hymn - moonlight sonata- notes piano playing the post i perhaps lament most - not having is moonstone ring index finger, that divine hand... white stone if memory serves- dream ejaculates pearls upon her hand... yes i did give her a diamond solitary man twice neil i would kneel but for the unbending stars upon. knees, presto agitato it curves like a ferrari going ninety. miles an hour down a dead end street i get up, middle of the wee hours clean - seven may turns eight, a woman writes me... she's happy i don't want nudes question nuns at mall selling trinkets - i tell her i desperately need someome to speak with... like food - but i am in love with ms grant, i can't believe my own inner ear - bonehead committed to a an ethereal lesbian pressing send i see she has three humans sketched on her bicep ferris wheel photograph not much time - later haul with lauren lauren. can you tell i'm not a hat person now confirmed, by the sea lauren. i see wearing a three kitten tee... she is or was at one time - her favorite, way out within, of the girls, notice i did not filter or prohibit. The, idea is poetry, indeed make it new, well of day by day - tell of so i say. but yes the diffidence that faltered... like Spain, I'm bound to the past. do you feel lucky, punk? sunk brazil by jings he done did it. way out within; white mansions - waylon jennings - funny thang, when i wandered through the run away from deletion, as if on the lam from myself (as these notes prove) i could not have foreseen it would come to this, embracing kiss through air as only she could make it timeless. the limo is waiting, sleep cadillac. nap chevrolet. snooze volkswagon. if she happens to tell you oh him he even listens to the princess and pauper soundtrack for me he will have no comment but maybe a howl. way out within. xxi lyric 1872 - two skinny girls Take this summer, put it on the mary celeste boat Take this summer, oh genoa now women got the vote Take this summer, all the way to italy end quote Tell them greasy grant beat greeley Tell them boston went down in flames easy If thye asks you, it was the lava bed wars If they ask you, i didnt find the lost river If they ask you this land is forever scarred Tell them ol greeley couldnt take it Tell them ol greeley went and died If they ask you, i was dreamin If they ask you, i was dreamin yeah If they ask you, i was dreamin Tell them volcano knows my name; i'm here in my uniform making love' Tell them the ship hit rough waters; i'm bout to take off my glove' They wanna jealous me all contrary and ornery yeah They wanna jealous me contrary and ornery They wanna jealous me contrary and ornery But I got my sweet patron saint; every prayer neat, without a complaint.
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