Those long thoughts. Into your Blank head. Bake bread.
Coranor is in the corner.
I'll send your murder you. Flee. And be a foreigner at the border. The coroner forcing you into the corner of Florida ake more ard and see the aura of forest warrior. Flor and fauna. Hotter than Santa in a sauna in the summer. Not worried about words that don't exist, this is funner. Down the funnel through the tunnel. Unveiled previously mailed rebuttal Double the trouble and mass. Mass graves. Fast ways to get ya brain through bad things.
Cremated. Created. Vibrated. Intentionally Aimed at aid for the mentally so so-called sane when they didn't have a place to stay so they free based. Got Erased check the case file. Meanwhile On idle is mechanically vital but not an idle that' imaginary title. I am fidoFido live west. The pro team eating protein chicken breast. It's a It'sow for my head. A place to rest and manifest the scars in Blume. Blumearpe diem. It was a long journey from hardships to forgiveness leaving in a hurry
the heart consumed by light when it shines so bright it breaks through any fight but what's to gain when the darkness always remains? Decays and stays.
Sweet but sour aspartame.
Human remains. Ruined in flames. Fluids of Dirt and grime mud on my name. Refined triggers. Like a gun that goes off taking aim... Stuck in a frame. Got cut off. Index finger. I point at you. Switch lanes
Funny money-hungry carcasses. Where the positives with stone-faced goblins that came from goddesses? Look for yourself.
It's in there. Under self-help. Regardless its. A wishing well. And well let me use my pen and be a teller. A tender letter. Handwritten. Note. I hope you know. When it's written. Fine scripted. Analog ink dripping. Just for the hope that it might make you listen. Get ur skull itching. The future is what's for fixing. Weightless happiness is what I am missin'.
What's been missing? In an instant Instantly all of a sudden its thirst-quenching when I get to eye twitches . . consistent. Inspiration inside that's been dormant. Feeling like a doormat. Wear it all around like an ornament feeling fortunate to put the time in to praise the dorsel fin forested sphere around the sun we orbited and destroyed all fear. Flying fish cormorant coordinates fly accordingly ordinary. To do anything hard
Put down your guard. Face your fear and draw. The last straw. Last call. Put down the bottle fill the Hallow and stop the wallow in the truckload of time your wheel borrowing. Stop following the past and get to pride swallowing. Supposed to be at work. But I think I am calling in I hear the snare calling me no more stalling and falling to sleep on my possibilities.
Words I am spilling these. Words in a mess no regrets live in me.
I need a day to decompress. I am not depressed. I just want A few seconds to myself to fix this mess. My interest is to be the witness to my happiness and surprise myself. Rewire my health and turn heaven into hell
BURDEN
