Back in Michigan... No more worse for the Florida wear; sore of course sorta from it's boredom glares. As if... Some sunny flair shot me from hair trigger snares. From there it's death from a thousand lashes, take one breath. Ride down, one fair ounce added to Angela's ashes. As if... Tommy Gunn sold his cock to some as salami fun packed in a funny bun. Two to one. Odds will even over lefty right fist fights with Buffalo's and bison's. Just how Gods are believing hefty flights of Juggalos and Iron Mike Tyson's. Back in Michigan... So snore first or the floor suds tear. Deplorable or remorse for some freedom cares. No more worse for the Florida wear; sore of course sorta from it's boredom glares.
You can call me Eddie and you make me with seedy ingredients. Right ! I got no blender so I needed a cutting board and in it went. Why is spaghetti so saucy and Jenna a flowery scent? Taught yourself baking by dividing the subtractions in my life Caught myself faking the spices for the attraction of my naughty wife Stuffed her turkey like bratwurst pushing a vaulted vice Set the timer early, pulled out exhausted and salted it on ice. You can call me Eddie and now you can call me spent. I got no member, its folded in my pants popping like a tent. Right !
I see the body become so electric. Slowly posed for select feelings lonely owned but fully eccentric. Dismay and dismantled, so locally frayed to be this way a bully so tall-tailed and rattled. Hurried and frantic, drop it all some day and leave with other worried romantics. It's nowadays absurdity in animation smothered always by standing-ovation antics. Thirty some years later, who am I to question my neighbors reality, or their mechanics ?. . . if not for all our faults in a shitty urban sandwich? I used to sing for a real fine way to start. Still do. I hear the body cry so pleadingly. Knowing that it don't know. Growing fine lines, aging as though it won't show. How misleading it can be, or so seemingly needless to stand so fleetingly free. Going down now. When the body is electric please don't fight all functions that of which makes your height sandwich some tall assumptions: Crying, Lying, Cheating, Hurting. That's all we seem to do. So good. -- 1960
A very short radius blocks in more houses than a busy Spartan could in Spartacus. So hard, not to be on guard against. Disgust measured by Yards laid by haste smothered in ambiance. Watching on par with it, standing silently in secret, though none can look and see terrific. Most just wait to be sure and specific, all boasting, but soon turned on beaches with shards of sand and leaches beneath it. Don't mislead me with fisted hits, just wait and in sequence we all re-seed this shit. Grow tall plants, harvest community, bleed change fitted with ingredients. Immunity to mass mutiny, soon it will be half the global scrutiny. Flags half mast, raised in arms marching for unity. -- 2016
Please Return to Sender, forever and ever but never surrender this up coming September. October is fine because the leaves change and colors bottom out in a straight sober line. If you're driving that is. If not, walk always high fiving for a ride that jigs only when mostly jiving. Rambzy Four(IV) score and zero word plays ago, has he entering more folklore doors than a hero's sword could with no miracles. Stay tuned for Free Verse works coming soon, soon, soon. Beck my call. Tiny Toons who loom with french bassoons wrote heck after all.
They were written before I had my own thread, which is for kittenx too in a wat. She is brilliant. Cold though, like you! Chill
haha man. Why you say that? I was generally curious as to why you didnt create your own thread. Because I think you deserve to shine...
