Joy Our Love

You're completely right when you're wrong too, that's why I marry a frog and turn up the genesis that we all get to find Justice in. I and E is a God, says Jon Blackmon. I now can know a priest and a Baha'i layman.  Maybe the Baha'i needs to reach a teachable book too. I'm so confused Abraham, did I help to murder Jesus and now I want to sue someone.  For helping me to think about my thoughts and bother with them.  Because I am both a woman and a mistress, a whore and a twink bitch. Just because I am a commodity doesn't mean we need to do anything at all.  In life every and any way we enter a turn.  Centrifugally, I have nothing and am only a metaphor for nothing. Oh well taking in the craziest and most nonsensical shit is what I do as an avid learner. Pestilence is like the stock market, who cares about money. We all love China, especially India now-- then we careen in to an orbit above some cloud of new found earth and existence equally as equal. I...

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Knowing can do no wrong when you thumb the finger in a giant U-shape. The colours and languid occasions of the permisuous rosebud tethered herself to the epiphany of surmountable preponderant. Can George Washington trace the confetti monkies. Taking a weave at the talent tail-- Jump in the wind and kiss the iceberg where you are. Perhaps the tecton leaves with float in to your mouth. Spiteful and I'll give you a laddle and a ladder in the upper peninsula, check on t'he float horns when she tallied the Maiden. Wonder in Sleep dear love, for your choir's let is cherished.

(This is not my writing) As I would casually in to the field of golden ember wheat and glazed soy, I notice a small note in the back of my pocket.  Only to presume I had a pleasant reminder from a friend, the filed piece reads "Never to Omit," and without looking the visuals of the evening ran back to me like an opulent wild fire hanging in the oxygen of it's own warmth. I wondered if this was in reference to the discussion Abigail and I had in regards to information and data, or the consensual occasion of acquisition among two parties. We had always grown so fond of learning together, Abigail was always an attentive listener and her knack for mnemonically derived sound kept her an inch ahead of the major populations.  I hoped she could write me another note, I would miss her as she excitably strolled on to the plane departing for Iceland that evening. There are so many distances to learn when abroad, the eyes have so much fun dancing from one landscape and scenery to...

Oxygen molecules siphoned unto love, Love bewildering the Oxen. Creation in Caroline. A sign of all creation. The wicked torch is laying downward, Upon the upward Wikkan's resolve. Saving the private stash. To stash the prevailing Savior. We use a sword among the ethos. And ponder ye infinite edges. Burnt are the trees, For they have passed us by. And saw you in darkness.

I am strong; especially at 24 hours length. Minutes past, nor did I blink to dust. Lay gently to open, and my arms will raise heavily, Listen, and the breeze will start walking, Memory is in a poet's fingertip, Slip deeply without restrain, Anger is for pain only, Finally, Pick one up, and it's 3-leaved and roundish Hope may not find it--- nothing behind at the grunt of the shade.