well fuck it my good

That would mean that I didn’t live for any studies the way that the bodies suck honey or fuck a blow want to marry this person she has too many clothes on im not going to marry this person addicted to heroin speak english I thought you were yelling porn we are poets it just happens honest its usually very shitty so you just gotta laugh more American accent haters are the worse. They are just dicks its okay, the message was taken its usually what happens in life 12 hr days can suck honey or fuck a blow 

Mothafucker work really well aright I really want jazz I got new strings they match the olive rosin I got in Italy when I was seventeen deli tinkles well that's a typo for you sounds like a peanuts redbox movie review sir love so soul good I love my violin again ... shitty strings The eyes are gorgeous My eyes Fruits I love you why is it so hard to find beautiful rings my grandmothers it was a false engagement I had to lose it I lived it

fuck this song makes me sad will I ever find my love and gave a family will are you only chance or would you just email me and say hi $100 strings $5 black nail polish and some deodorant because people here don't sweat? or all use the same brand it's puzzling and hard to find I don't need jeans maybe a do I love forever twenty one I'm so confused no one is telling me I have gorgeous eyes to my eyes with theirs who sees them into my soul who can see that

into my soul I do love everywhere I probably just need to sleep defeated Essential it's not funny I wish I could have protected me earlier I guess I did there was blood It leaked out on to the work bench I had to scrape it off with a spoon I burned a scented prayer candle for a week and the smell never went away. I got drunk and told him he killed his dog He threw the nut cracker at my face.I ran five miles to my neighbors and fucked him he asked me why I hadn't shaved I'm a horrible human when I came home in the morning to shower brad knew, he drank all day and brought home the girl the bed he blood mine. I don't know what else he did, I pulled the covers off, I went towards him first. It was me. I just didn't care, I hated being a victim.

But I don't know why he strangled me. I was already almost dead. fuck me. I don't like the questions or the answers  I can't catch my breath just me why sex is so hard, why it's more than presence or saying trigger words like faggot straight love for me is anything but cliche I don't want a woman I don't want to say this In all cases man or woman it was what they wanted first Is this true then I knew how to be loved To get theirs I still have never fallen Will I I'm exhausted 

and this is still not me. but for an instant

gentle

venn cranberry laughs, blue her candle

ambrosia

how I react to male friends

I figured out our blue kimbap

I need to sensor wandering A.) because it’s mostly taken wrongly, meaning always

.

your old man pic looks like a vagina

highly attractive I know.

smiling preferably. I confront every fear o the planet except let's be together and I'm called sexist

.

if I was to rewrite the poem I would say

it's obvious I'm sleepy and crayons won’t steel your soul

petty     what the hell kind of poke is that

.

in a subway

.           of a calling card.

.

she is hopscotched bare, her nipple is a breast or          her hitch hiking

"pick me up" in

hundreds

of lines she's propped against the pay phones

.

hookah bar collections we outline inscription

we talk about her brother traded into gender on a conveyor belt

we pay for him based off of the pictures of plates

.

we smoke a rum white peach and ask about her peace. in my dream you whistle

we wonder if she would still stand naked

in a computer error.

.

into bare feet and sponge pavement

a fairy tale that means fish adequate my placenta and give me pedicures. harmonic

plays with gelato in the middle of the night that only get us stuck in stairwells on the third floor

where we hear them in a dog park

.

we talk about the kitties and the cafes

we admire her cards again

9.30

I don't really feel very well)          the clues mountain blew. a

………………………………………… kilz full of spider

fool grass grown crumblin ears what I have done to explain

pride

true I caress your                          lips lips    cadence in the lake)

has been 

hearts ben makin me whip the run from cool sand soulish,,,, lady lately

what the hell kind of poke is that 

9.24

I was there as a sister
during her birth with, my sister,
we were waiting and I bent down               had had afterbirth on the sidewalk.
I couldn't remember why or where my child was and then I was upset

I couldn’t talk to her because she was so busy and we hung out like sisters who really just have something else on their mind. we were flawed in love

one came before the other, yet inextricably related

times such as these that remind us of inappropriate jokes about tampons and dolphins

I rode a roller coaster out of connected jet skis and tried to remember why I write and if this movement minced

a group of people riding scooters into a circle is not always helpful necessary kind or true
how river fish is like a sax and sax and if sometimes we
hang

with a medicine woman waiting in a kitty pool

my daughter sometimes she shaped shifted into a cat she liked me I felt so young still I loved her

19h

http://soundcloud.com/blackglassmoon/where-from-close

the moments to remember when awake

punctuation, sometimes

I invent) the lobe in paint

the first was it) alove poem

8.12

I'm so sorry

I pulled the sword first

women in heels on the bus in south korea are skilled athletes