She came, she went. She came, she went.. She came, she went... She came, she went.... She came, she went..... She came, she went...... She Came, she went....... She Came, she went........ SHe Came, she went......... SHe CAme, she went.......... she came, She went........... she came, SHe Went............ she came, She WENT............. she came, SHE WENT.............. SHE CAME.

Traveling, every moment that came across me recorded me. Surveillance cameras do nothing but record the phenomena of being. Being is the brilliance of what one does for being. It transcends what it has done for oneself and becomes what is made possible for some other. Being is creation. The simple fact of having done is the implication of existence.

Feel my double entendre as very livable and released cadence. Condition and envision design in such a way that one may prolapse into real living life. The barricade that was meant to share ill-stricken unlivable events paraded itself as a caterpillar with the benefit of visionary convenience. fat fleshy quarters forced into not wasted slots.

Crocodile swaddled in cocoon spun by drywall specifications. His elder law felt up the ambiance of spacial pleasure. With a scratch in the wall it became far more important to patch what brain patterns that cause cerebral compilations. Ordered as though belly flopped on a tarmac of obsession. plane after plane tickling the warty and crowded beginnings of periodic maintenance. Unroll what was planned by egg-roll pinups.

credit self reliance on those all around. find it encouraging to see how much dependence is reasonable and reaching. wrapping fragile things around the most new things possibly imbalanced. Leaning as coolly draped careless cordial cowardice so unplanned it's scary. be in me in the most investigative way. ask what of it. telescoped all about through the first visit of another. revision of important nothingness. The want to be held on to. the arousal of investigation. telling of something escorted in the membrane a million times over leaves a wake of breaching security and control. cradle the implications of what stroked the ego placid.

I found it. It was left by me. When I returned to where it was. It had been moved. Someone else moved it. It took me a while to realize it was the same. Yet it finally felt real. It felt as though it were new. Finally I found out what it always was. It was always a little beyond where I would place it.

Truly at this moment thinking back back back of the last year I am fixed in the thought of waste. Vexed by what's been tried and isn't true. amazing and crud and heaping nails of asphyxiation. I am the no man. be a tinker bell and craw into a knook. glitter an evening unseen and kept wrapped. Shiny and coaxed his teeth were ready to chatter and never did so. Some found it sad, others found it what they always wanted of him. The silence boosts me to build a chariot. a silence so shimmery it alone mounted all the attention he could give himself and lunged. Happy in the ides of distance he pulled scratching dry and starched blankets over the visage of his lidless eyes.

OH MY GOD! here we are zit... being beings together. you live off of me and I live in slipping drawn bridge efforts. Building the table today johnny totally toppled blindly voluptuous fingers tossed.

cowardly moment. I brag upon thee. How doubt a flighty moment when an if so genuine. bragging upon brother I felt hair that I've always been growing. What I do so effortlessly comes easy to me. so much of me I am not even familiar with sincerely because I complete tasks with such incredible fucking skill. As a stroll, I know. I know that I am defiant and I have no idea why. that is the best part of blissful portrayals. It's that good is in reverence and that bad must be nothing. Bah bombard the few boots that pull themselves.

Furthermore I see it a responsibility to fiddle with this and that and engage in looks of remark and disbelief.

Broken cookies, broken dendrochronology, spoken cartography, eventual zemmiphobia. I'm sitting down for a night of aroma noche. Time to fall abuse to the natural causes of real flaky needs and public image.

I'm brain. He sifted silt in a turtle's bowl. Kind and lap-red was the story of upbringing. Chime, crime, chime! hmm hmm tip tip tip tip!! Frustration by finger's twitch. The hair fall. It on the ground! Not time for trim. Only blanketed with ensconce! Pure jelly made the tub quiver with excitement. Oh how it longed for a person to be covered in it just for a moment of clarity.

I've brought it to my own attention that I have not blogged in a while...