The title would read,
'My first wish is for the
Esteemed sense of Death, Dante, yes we can!', but what a tumultuous mistress! I left those flowers
To float on down the bend. River of the dead, sitting on the dock of the bay I hear the Siren's wail, that song
Never fails, harping in she shines, let's begin. This night, or this one, to be right is to be quiet. But at
Least this much is evident, bare minimum, par. There is no other one. Whatever appears as an option, or a
Problem. A pin drips into the mist and I absolve with a wish. Revenge is a dish best left with evidence,
Don't even look back, don't even begin. Ace of Tens imploring the estimated time of an inmate's death. This Whole contractual land or obligation is innate then, unique as the stone-faced picture I recommend. You
Want 'em, I got 'em, drippin like water, dig down in order, any order. Tell me the thing you can't remember.
A Kingfisher sense shuffling fires in the form of quicksand, silver in hand, next-level let's begin, what I mean is
What pattern do you recommend? What do you represent. There is the dirt-seed tumbler fortune, there
Is the, 'I'ma beast,' but that's all wind, there's the 'I'm fresh, you fucker, swag,' but, now I begin to think,
Maybe peacocks really can't sing. My only obligation is to be true to my team. One fish, two fish,--
Who spits it so clean? Put down in threes, Knock, knock who's there, nothing, its just me. It's been way Too long man, I'm thinking about opening up a bottling plant for fiction in coalescence with my friends refrain, see some early returns start surfacing. Didn't know I had a dream, or a fire within my sentance,
Didn't know there'd come the day. That island was far more important than anything I could ever say. Why,
The starting line-up is in the ocean, that's more for the possibility it brings than anything we can create.
They say don't act, be the full appearance. The physical basis for all possible plains. Don't avoid it, tell me.
I cannot care at all about direction, you know what way I always take, now let's get this ball rolling.
The impression is always seated under us, like a wheel bound to break. My fourth semester, and I am 7,
Remembering the end. Really, it's all about the clothing. Materialistic sense will always be materialistic Sense. Spiritual sense will always cover this. Be picky as you purchase, be priceless, try to resemble
Only the finest, be fresh, sponsor only the best. Leaned up next to this old wisdom, siding with the fence, a Boy holding up the curtains. Down the road, driving by in an '82 Blue Camaro, or so I am told,
Is our Hero. It is nighttime and the county line is as blurred now as ever before. Looking around the Country he can just begin to make out the lights around him when the car rushes past, like a bullet or a blast In a corridor of zab zab zab, zing zing zing, every human being is looking for the same thing. Light-nature
Is to not take anything, shine and then leave, only thing is an echo rumbling, gathering distant over that
Hidden peak. My island was a sunken fate, this crest is luminous, no doubt, don't tell me about the way, that Saying is a poor man's nuisance, there are some things which cannot be said aloud, you have to wait for the First kiss. It feels like I've just awoken, I'm in the morning of my life. My day is whole, one sight. Gloria,
If I die before my time, bury me upside-down. Marry me to the sky, the pupil of the sun, cat's eye olibanum, Cherokee catching up, true power. Something has appointed me catcher in the tower. An apple in my Misfortune, kallistē once is mine, don't think I will avoid it, I'm a peacoat-toasting sportsman. Interwoven Armchairs, the entire earth is opened and the entire night-sky our porch, friend. Paint the city, paint
It golden, paint the islands. Paint the known and paint the unknown. Paint the friends and paint the friend's Friends! I'm rolling a joint for hope, then, beneath the Milky Way breath unspoken, drawing crazy patterns On your floor. The dance of whirling purpose, always the same end. A capsized new captain, like a weight Overboard. I wish for nothing, I don't pretend. I do not hope the world will forfeit something for me
But not the next, I am impartial, mister, for whatever it is, it will come and it will end, like that constant State of arrival and departure next stop distance from the last. Flux, envelope of ether. I do not wish,
I don't pretend to know this envelope either, I only see what light shines in. Existential portends, a cave of Riddles I've been in. Give me that perfect portion, ask for what you want, and have. The choice Is always choosing, everyone is every-man. So I see your home and enter, just around to the next bend,
Half-purt so lets speak slow and burn this wick until the end. The world is always turning and I
Always have the time to spend, two to the best, yes, life and death. Hermes as the messenger, you
Are seafaring yet again.
Half-moon playdoh.
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