untitled writing (early 2022)

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Her place was all normal stuff, like Hallmark cards framed. Shelves with decorative tchotchkes and photos of herself and maybe her kids; if they were good. Cars whirred along the road in the background, otherwise the silence was deafening. I asked her if she wanted to see my knife, she declined. We went to the bar to get some drinks. A guy came in with a gun. I showed him my knife. We didn't fight. We all went to the back of the bar, officially dubbed the backyard and started stealing drinks and throwing icecubes at mirrors. Then while all rolling around in the dirt we got up to make some paintings. She was working on some huge plastic moldings she had had made. She asked the guy with the gun to shoot some cans on the fence. I threw my knife at a wooden table I had put upright to use as a painting. The knife made some marks. Gun guy left early saying his wife would kill him if he was late home. We never saw him again. Even though he lived down the road. Me and her drove to another bar, this one had a billiards table. We stuffed the holes with candles and lit them like fireflies, until it's internals were filled with wax. Then we poured gallons of grey goose vodka onto the table, truly making it a pool table. The barkeeper caught us and went red and had a heart attack. We laughed and fucked on top of his dead body. As we were leaving the cops came because they were so impressed with the installation. There were no cameras there, cameras didn't even exist yet. 

2

While the french tanks rolled in we thought it cool to smoke marijuana and do cocaine. We were both wearing lingerie and relaxing. I was cutting up bottle caps and she was sewing a seed, each little thread so intricate and delicate; quantum mastery. We walked to the deli and sprayed whipped cream and shaving cream all over the windows and then threw bricks at the train. I saw a magician do a truck once, she laughed. I walked her home and then went home alone sad but showcasing my stoicism. When I got home I committed suicide and woke up just fine. I called her up on our video phones. She answered with her tits out. I licked my lips and jumped into the screen. I landed in her heart and she ejected me out via her menstrual cycle. We both laughed and said strictly for the birds. I stayed at her place that night and she blew me all day. We went bird watching and saw a bluejay and cooked him up and the meat was blue and it was very nice out; our excrement was blue too. The sky was red and we cut it open to make it grey again. 

3

Back to the backyard bar. I was already drunk because my brain was made out of alcohol. She wanted a martini but all they had was rusty nails. I stabbed the bartender in the head and we ate his eyeballs. We went across the street to the local Chili's, they had martini's but no rusty nails. So I walked back across the street and the bartender made me one. It wasn't good so he gave me a refund and tipped me. 

She said the martini was okay and the food was mad that she didn't order chilli but what could she do, she was cold and allergic. Everyone died that night and the earth became a desert. 

4

It rained a long long time. Our bones went through various stages of erosion. Only our genital bones were intact. Our pelvises fucked each other and we were happy and dumb, especially without our minds. The insects flew us up the mountain. I threw up because of the height, spewing bone. She was happy because she never flew before. At the top of the mountain our bones were dropped into the flames of an erupting volcano. We mended into each other and became a boner. 

5

My name was Antique Lamp and her name was Veronika Comicbook. The concierge approached. "Hello Mr. Lamp and Miss Comicbook, how many days will you be staying here in Hawaii2?"

Veronika replied "Two days sir bellhop!"

"Very good, I will order the pizzas for you. " He replied. 

I stuck my nose out. 

"Oh yes I will get you your cocaine Mr. Lamp." He said very calmly as he took off his shoe. I tilt my head back and he poured the shoe into my nostrils as Veronika took a shit on the floor. 

We went up to the penthouse. I tipped him a trillion dollars. "Thank you Mr. Lamp." He responded. I said "please call me Antique."

He nodded and then turned into a bat and flew away. Me and Veronika made sweet love all night and we both came a hundred times simultaneously. 

6

The next day we changed our names and became nameless again. 

by,

sfw

 MIDNIGHT IN THE FOXTRONIC 

HYPERFLAP POEMS 

BY NEEMIE1 FOXPOSS7

MIDNIGHT / FOXTRONIC 

RECORD STORE BELOW TOWER RECORDS, TOKYO 

FOX JUMPOFF PICS ON TWITTER - THOUSANDS

HIRED A VIRTUAL ASSISTANT IN KAMCHATKA

TOLD EM - ALL FOX PICS GO ON THE TWITTER NOW 

ALL OF EM.

ELECTRONIC FOXES. 

LAST 3 SIPS OF BITTER ESPRESSO 

EMPTY CAKE PLATE 

U PLASMA UR DICK? PURPLE / 

PINK

DIRECT ORGONE SUNRISES

////////////////////////////////

FOX DICKOFF PICS. 

DO FOXES HAVE DICKS? ANIMALS ARE SOOO

"MODEST" 

1. NEVER SEEN A BIRD DICK

2. NEVER FOXES DICK'S 

3. BLUE WHALE  DICK SUPPOSEDLY 7-8FT LONG "NEVER SEEN ONE" 

NONE OF THEM DO PORN 

NONE OF THEM ARE FLEXING ON INSTAGRAM (EXCEPT VIS A VIS HUMANS)

/////////////////////

FOX JUMPOFF

SOCK PUMPOFF

VHS DUMPOFF 

NOBODY IS HITTING THAT VHS-DOWNPIXEL "HUMPOFF" 

DOWNPIXEL LO-FI PORN 

PLZPLZPLZ

VOGUE GUCCI FASHION HOUSE DOWNPIXEL VHS SLUTS

SLUTTIER THE BETTER

FOXIER THE BETTER

WHITE CREAM PUFF

U KNOW UR AUREOLA OUTSIDE NIPPLE?

FOX CREAMPUFF. 

ELECTRONIC I.T. BANDS MERICURI CUNIEFORM 

BAD ROASTERY 

U NEED FOX FLUFF IN THE COFFEE 

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 CHUNKY LORD.

BY "DIOGENES"

FIRST BORN OF DJULLGADOTTIR

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CHUNKY LORD.

BY DIOGENES

lord have mercy, 

breath in 

breath out 

clouds have mercy, 

birds in spain speak spanish? 

fuck you in spanish is still

'fuck you' 

birds in spanish flip each other

'the bird'? they invented the bird

it's literally, a fucking bird.

birds fucking. bird porn. 

birds watching tv. birdwatching tv. 

bird. 

fucking. 

birds invented techno.

you never see birds fucking

birds invented techno while fucking

you never, ever see it

black ops program

black ops 'pharoahs'

underground music

literally, under the ground. 

you know what's under ground"

dead bodies. 

dig up, dig em up, up up up 

Diogenes barefoot in the snow

_+

one-eyed sparrow

(these are all bird poems) 

by diogenes 

careful how you go

black and white stones "go" operator,

'go go go!' 

kevin kline, "Dave"

careful who's eating oreos in the white house. ice cream head. bath tub nose. 

yeah this guy came over and 'fixed my plumbing', she said, twirling her hair. 

we call him a 'beef cake', big side of beef. 

watch out for rats in the borrowed TV frame which is sprouting octopus tentacles which have small TV's in their suction cups. 

dip them in peanut butter sauce. 

octopus wearing a peanut butter kimono. octopus borrowing from the bank, are the bankers going down underwater to get the loan repaid? 

telemarketers, tele-dancing, 

escape from this horrid matrix through poetic sluices. 

diogenes. 

drawing in crayon what would of been oil paint, if we could 'afford it', the pharoahs have spent their money on

-black clothes

-handmade boots from japan 

-travel expenses 

you can't stop a traveler. 

they vanish 

life is final fantasy, if you allow 

shapes 

(phallic shapes)

to sump o'er the solar cosmic. 

+,

ode to chocolate

by diogenes 

first among the stone throwers 

chaos in the stoned world 

she wore yeezys in her skyscraper office, hot yellow yeezy 700

SHE [

HER PUSSY ]

WANTS BLOOD

FROM A STONE.

you can't eat gravel, stones, blood, 

she is "in error" where facts are concerned. 

a lady does ikebana expecting 

a rainforest 

female dog, you're on acid. 

female dog, you're trippin'

female dog, come closer

let me feed you chocolate, which 

you know is bad for you

your high tower is sitting on a foundation of mozzarella cheese

and the tomato

oh, the tomato

is surely coming. 

—®GreyPHAROAHS

 'life of an artist' 

or

overheard in maloca cafe, bodø

by john penis 

@PENISCorp 

gray days in bodø 

a sassy girl making pastries 

a hot one 

christ is nailed to so many walls, 

the life of an artist is maybe 

ignoring all the christ on the wall 

satan is god's god 

i heard someone say 

drink your coffee and shut up, artist! 

π

baudelaire has been entombed 

napoleon entombed 

time to dig up some corpses! 

this cafe sells crystals at the front

i think we frightened the barrista 

none of us shave

all of us long, long goatees 

black jeans, poundmaker boots, 

a sinister black ops battalion 

we're the grey pharoahs, okay

we spell 'pharoahs' wrong on purpose okay 

artists make 'mistakes', then hopefully, sell them? ok?

you had a baby, was that a mistake???

π

a foghorn,,, 

the cry of an arctic puffin,,,

shut up and drink your coffee, artist! 

le roi de la bouteille et un rêve d'interprétation artistique

liquid royalty

Been puking for days, lost in alleyways that go nowhere and are just purgatorial corridors back to another culdesac and my ball sack smacks against yr anus; yr anus sucks them in and coats them with chocolate. My dick spews semen vanilla into the orifice/s; at the office it was all a different story, what with paperwork and net gross mambo dumbo. And at least the plush mediocre leather modern monolithic fabricated emulation of a seat was comfortable. So I collected the bank transfers and all was well with my studies (which included: high stakes gambling, trendy cryptocurrency font usage, history of prehistory, & oceanic beyondness)... So I guess you could say I was living the nightcream and all was laserbeams in my eyeballs of mind-magazines & every thought materialized at lightspeed: the dimensions of one’s mind.

So the sun came out and all was wonderful for everyone in town, basking in their own concept of self-integrities; the gale came blown upon like wild sour apple berry lemonade flowers burnt by the lasers of everyone’s eyes beaming into the skies; with flame and love: light flaming up into the skies, light flaming skies. & the aluminum foil butter biscuit crumbled via the skies, and it landed right into their pipes! They started inhaling fumes like the good people whom smoke cars (but they live up North!), and all were intoxicated with the carbon, becoming more of what they already were! More human than human!

Felt like was gonna dye into clear and finally be at peace with the whirl of the wind. 

Simulate amalgamation outroduction. 

Par, Stefan baise des murs 2020-2021

a dream of artistic interpretation

Dark during the day,

The night is the night,

Rock and roll muzak playing, the cowboys walked in. The japanese women elite select special severance. One was named Tamii and all the pics in her account were in greyscale. 

The red horses were a galloping on the skies eye

Tornado mindspilt parenticide 

Gothchild freedom

Fucking in a car

You never murder anyone on your wedding day. 

Tremolo waved slow motion staccato tape dwell rotary triangle, vomiting on the side of the highway, NIN playing on the stereo as we contact the natives thru the television, a gesture beholds a spirit. Firewood all gathered up for selection, still life background; blood on the feathers, multiple eyeballs on the animal, an open space, a structure. 

Greenscreen eyes, skeleton floating in the isle.

CAVE ARCH ETYPES, an excerpt by PINK FLOID

CAVE ARCH ETYPES

Piss in the ocean! Pervading sadness, a reluctant handshake, but a found permanent marker. Water boarding ska. The dog layeth down with dogmatic dogma dogmatism dogged a dog.

PINK WAX & endless bleeding…

No birthday checks sent this year… when is anything done anyway? A return to subjectivism. The “I” in my “ism” seems so problematic; anyway.

R E D

Slight bleeding

Slight warmth depletion

These lipids are benefitting me at this time and hour.

This time and hour old as soon as I close the pages.

I hope it bleeds together,

I hope it mends.

My cup of found pennies isn’t full either, goto the “Coinstar” anyhow.

K U N K R E T E

These markers swell my eyes.

If it dont work, put a heavy beat on it, drop da’ bass, drop it like acid, you go down.

Inner hollywood name circles, name droppa, name keepr.

My hand shakes, my inners are rattling. Queezy easy breezy beautiful cover hurl.

Are you talking to me?

Cuz’ I’m not even talking to me,

Taking to me.

In a vacuum, a cold vacuum. & I’m hearing the calls from old iPhones that are shattered, bent, & cracked in2 pieces but I cannot remove my credit card and my iCloud data storage is now infinite while pulling from my finite resources,

Driving thru these early waves of snow, pulsating my eyes combined with velocity; the snow is the clouds being cut up & shaved.

No political gain, this coffee got cold quick and then it attained a fee anyhow, anyway.

Bathing in coffee

Bathing in automatic transmission.

These headphones become an automatic mic from my lethargic throat neck str8 to my brain. THE VOLUME IS NOW AT A  LEVEL described as dangerous for many individuals ear canals. A purple miscommunication. I hate Pinterest.

Loox

Lyk

Blau

Peace In Rest

Sitting like a Matisse now; first one with the X eyes and softer big nose I guess, delicate red lips, straight green eyebrows, bleu hair; green tits upwards like twin peaks, a soft 1970s brown V-Neck sweater; text bleeding thru (see last paragraph). Second one with yellow sunshine horizon line barely making it thru, #7 nose, green emerald eyes, purple eyelashes, infinity symbol lips bisected, short sky blue hair with more yellow in it from the absent sun, straight slight curvature in eyebrows (same colour as haar), nose with a bend accent thru the middle to showcase its angle distraction; shit coloured mainly purple, red & green lines throughout; neck yellow- jaundice, with green indentations at the bottom.

A robot version now standt in, propped in the white void of graphing paper, a more complex version of the prior human illustrated; kinda Bauhausian in a way. The orient of the closet, fold it up; I once had an apartment with no closet, it was a bummer.

Orient dated.

Skinned ocean; yellow, oceanic DNA; god is a cross, god is across. Rotten. An endless amount of pressure in concrete. Yellow & mellow. Orange you glad you came Sky? Crossed out excrement, for proof that I am clean.

Pink victoria secret swamp ass m’rald, Victoriaz secretions (out of your) ass. Hard diagonal piss movement.

ETERNITY

Time span moves

It’s slow

All else is sped

Crossed out.

A primitive fist coming at the vacant abstract void that spews an unlit cigarette, light blue shirt carefully inverting itself as its entrails spill out like stylized; all the while the triangle sun in the corner does nothing, except sit, like a monolith; vomit in the bottom left corner: dark green like a swamp; the left hand and arm outstretched: only pain is felt in this void of non.

The wine tastes good, materials are wasted, ascetical drunkards, esoteric esthetic hysterics, Snapple cyanide flavour, child property, halted hauntings of pen 3, rainy pause, CDr thrown in the snow, hate my spellings. Choke on your own vomit, nicoteen fingernails, everything smoke mist forgettings, no text mess age, a lot of glitter & flux, birth of shit, house bed (lost pen), oil pastel in my shirt, wax gravity.

Alien Up

That ghost alien float on in in on a paper straw wrapper glued to the page, glued with saliva while high on sativa, alive like the genie lamp with the fucked risky whiskey tramp, wrapped xmas tree, xmas tree prop.

Bloodshot weed eyes on acid, flowers grew on checkmarks backwards, blood red moon.

Around her eye, ajar.

She looks like a bird sometimes. But right now she feels like my Pokemon.

-PINK FLOID

excerpt from that of a green3 notebook

2015-2017

edition xx by claud cloud

just like the light
is the chaos
the vibrations destroy the sound you are creating
any visual, sounds
she laughed. "see ya later.", "later" saw ya. "saw.", later, you. dark room at 9 pm with a terrible fever, that odd sensation of the fact that you're a gross mess & barely wanting to talk to anyone.
a network of eternal judgement, can u hide ? a place to live on forever in, a shame archived for the masses. new edition. a mutation of what once was, purely by definition, free. there's a lot of things happening & none of them can be hid. do u remember that time u were on small forums w loyal communities & posts everyday & no one would disturb the process? maybe i do, but do u too ? an age where the last thing u can do is be free about it. faces buried behind gradient squares & paywalls, helvetica. no one wants to see what you do & neither do we. could you destroy your own identity? perhaps, sure. and the world laughs w you. an age beyond information, a highway of eternal perfection, self-assurance in the form of falsified "purity", whatever that may mean at the time. a place that once was to be explored, now is a place that someone could guide u thru. don't be afraid of the cash-grab malware, don't be afraid of anything. u're w us now, right? how much would u pay to be free? what is free? and you could live on forever if u leave traces that can be accepted. is it wanting to grow or wanting to be "pure"? and the world laughs w you.
everything dies within a cycle of pure disproportion
i am a trinity of perfect disorder
its every color being absorbed except yellow
the 20th edition of that one beatles single everyone is trying to hunt down for some reason. is this what it's about, right?
every sound exists in silence
you left me
convergence
is it expression of what you are feeling?
a system of relations can be generated by finding not divergence
including our conscious
perfection is decay
the lights flickered
a lot of things happening
in a color
i've been everywhere yet i've been nowhere
aren't i the enviroment?
the pro can stay the pro, but it can become a con
No, its rather a filter of this
i'm alright"
riverflow
just as much as we are limited by our human body
and rather
it doesn't sound good
wall street collapsed & everyone cried
i'm a lot of people yet i am one
what is dance?
convergence?
you have a lot of drafts, right? a solid terrabyte of 3-frame gifs and family photos, lost to time. have you felt proud of what you do here? have you felt proud of what you wanna do? how much guilt has a tweet ever got you? quite a bit, i'd bet. have you ever felt haunted? what are the consequences of being haunted? what is haunting?
the sky fell down & the ground went up
or is it?
long-abandoned mansions, covered in graffiti. roses & anarchist symbols. "FUCK RICH PEOPLE" carved out on a huge tree in what was a garden, it seems. that's the life someone wants to live at some point. someone lived it, but does anyone want it to end up like that? who the fuck cares. weirdass sigils stomped out on the grass. no idea of the origin.
i am walking crisis & i am the end
"imagined ship in a storm in the middle of a sunny day
instructions for two but i exist within many faces
is merely animating a unanimated space
sitting on a cloud waiting for a train to sail over the dust of ancient computers. trashed tech gathered in junkyards. take what you will but no one ever had the will. the ocean is full of plastic & an island of it swims across. corporations are a cult, money is the problem. whatever will lead to budget loss won't be guaranteed to work. trash the world & try to save it not knowing how. earth revamped. the humans are the immune system of the earth, maybe were. the system has been infected and is infecting the earth. now it shall be exterminated.
a painting is limited by its canvas
advertisement of the apocalypse
a voice
the air is every sound
yet, you realize the beauty of change
you've got a lot going for you within those walls, the smell of rotten flesh, decayed memories within the fountain of time
reconsider a few decisions & you've got another decision then you reconsider that decision, what are decisions? two of i but who am i? you fell into the sea on wings of solid wax. "good morning", said me to me. "good morning", said the sea. "good morning", said the morning. "morning", said the good. "good", said the morning. "the", said the "good morning". "decisions", reconsidered the decision. world of edit.
rotten flesh of a cyborg in the myspace page
but we are only stimulating parts of the entirety
the same shit i've read all over again & the same i've always been fed. the nice times i've pretended to have. that time my aunt came over & i had to pretend to have fun. ain't that every day. sat by the lake staring at the screen. a timeline constantly refreshing yet nothing that doesnt blur together. is the life?
i go thru cycles of blur within my own mind
it is merely not stimulated
cruising in a city i've thought up while drowning
for the nothing is everything when you think of it
stickers on the fridge forming divine shapes
i guess not all of us do our best everyday because the best differs person to person. there's no one else you should trust. and if the clock stops forever i'm sure i could laugh for eternities but at what? whatever.
too much to say too little time no consequences in particular to it really should i even bother w readability because i know that i won't end up anywhere here because really i'm just trying to say something here. 200 represses of the same shit, a market so oversaturated even the industry doesnt know what works. that cold fucking room, a plastic plant in the corner, perfectly sterile, uncannily sterile, at that, how the fuck. waited for maybe an hour straight for the A&R to ask who the fuck am i & give me the blandest lecture about presentation. is that really all there is to it? probably. not that i want to care. been staring at that painting in the corner in the lounge for a 15 mins solid before being caught offguard by a text message, the cellphone buzz, the ultimate vibe destroyer. eh.
i'm near the fucking end
for your shirt is not yellow
the con becomes the pro
the concept of music, poetry
i am faceless
i am a graveyard of dead tech in the lens of a burnt out sun
for you are using your body, and not your expression
you sure are much more than you seem, those videos aren't convincing enuff are they. pigeons outside. i've been wasting my life using shit that should make me deeply uncomfortable as a background. a perfect creative hellscape. 20 views. diving into depths.
but doesnt that sound strange?
it's just a URL thing. erase cache. erase yourself. erase history. who are you? cold felt evenings inebriated by half forgotten lights, the spirit is flowing, spiritual unity of abstraction for the study of conscious and/or the consciousness
everywhere anywhere and maybe you could live forever, anywhere & everywhere. anniversary since your death. been 20 years, exactly 20. yearly editions of the fakeass "we remember" memorial books. do they really? are you more than an event to them?
everything is happening
the truest sound
CONvergence?
or anything for this matter
circuitbent toys planning an invasion. 2020. the overlords & the gods of the new time.
one of my goals is becoming my enviroment
a lot of things happening

wish


time

FALC NORD TODF TOLL UNFOLD 01 - 07 (MINUS 02) by Joseph Sledgianowski

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FALC NORD TODF TOLL UNFOLD 01

Cannot you tend too frain?

standing lean,

i'm not asking just too

because common accessed I need

some callus faulted love if thats truth

over settings over width

can you slander up justing font I see?

in a living stasis Im congested to withstain...

come on

baby

grow up.

my height at lease

cant you evenly eat__?

Delete me from you fair shorts and young minted thought congestion

hit monstrous button border, such open oblivion must consult.

Im so said because I figured out somehow to talk

but recognize this is just type.

Im never further right.

Im dipping more and more towards a ' Ù '.

just inside and outside this me. My me. Minded me. Minding me.

Still understood my internalized ice situance-

_

Jodf Ludfh Sled

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FALC NORD TODF TOLL UNFOLD 03

PHALL-them CORD TOLF TO INLOAF 03

My dope wasn't so long,

but my sex percent fell over to load.

so nasty, owned down off things they have soaked

watts aphelion frowned upon,

but can't give me what I want?

What isn't it anyway?

I want for once again my last drop.

In my life, in world, my life again.

Darkened on lisp flickering samplicity.

Relief, release, relinquish was not my reliance resilience,

don toward re-inflation for reflexion

as so I´m the bore interest but so do not congest.

As so I´m happy only if I can´t care.

Even if resembles that.

So inform me to pass out,

but awakening makes me hold and I just want, just, and want.

Sleep again to remember.

Light realizing I can be left in the ending

I´m onset..?

Give it, or I can digest, I can't forget

a mindless nest but as asylum gist I need.

my sleep of day congestion reenactment -

so malpractice can conform into me again.

Consider re-malice and we can be friends again.

gain my flush, remind mourn as fortune,

inject of relinquish,

mind my insects to rinse.

I can´t sleep upon multitude once again.

850 BC again. And again.

Im asleep and reborn.

I´m infected and 850 BC is my placement.

As so continue reminders offset to build my forgotten conquest.

Prosperously left handles can congest.

___

Jodf Ludfh Sled

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FALC NORD TODF TOLL UNFOLD 04

Along scan can never buy

you love of why

haven't I realized..

This congestion I inevitably, flow through

a trip around seldom the world

cleanex can be sold-

On gallant buy to lapse, piss

true lost can't diamond you

never buy alas die among a sentenced desire, how sense

flake too cool as i'm off from

whichever of my worlds I visit today.

Id gladly, and ease,

and fool as usual my assumption.

Can bring you mint rigs

too guessed again,

the world of nod and constancy

loving means,

formal sessions among databasic congruence.

Please ole hold mist of fright

oh, but I don't care.

Cashed for lance and atom plex.

ions forks and dispersion

where is a notice-

might in mind sect. And so?

Can't my lapse insect

bite dis strung fixed dick of pearl under matter...

Between who is true from some who cant enlighten for frightening; consistence;

rant toward mines trait a censor of leftish ole sting

of antiques (antics)

can we do this again_?

____

Jodf Ludfh Sled

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FALC NORD TODF TOLL UNFOLD 05

Just into hold me

I don't like or care much

in thus as of my hold

i'm a prisoner of drug use

those assumed lawed over drugs

so seldom off just pure theocratic

i'm set for demanded to hold. to their walls.

my seen maze.

daily maze of my own. main maintained rose.

just call it the sidewalk.

maybe for just a concrete street created for my legal drive...

as in welt on and long, you're of site, in sector, foul cir.

shun along caucus circum-

I took too long, and turned on to alive.

alas entry off still,

torn stow, introspective throne from back then on wall.

All in alt, hail thus musk settled over thrown stained light, not leaned.

My cloud cannot bare to mal, decoyed flare of mind.

Onset and set to thrust upon oblique obelisk scenes into pointless.

_____

Jodf Ludfh Sled

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FALC NORD TODF TOLL UNFOLD 06

Money aspect flange,

and I need new friends

love I cant love ringing off

burning my swept paint

anything mine is reply to me my rely soul. Is that real or adjust

ringing from all off directions_?

My interior appetite

be causing me to be

although I oppose lent never thus indulged in such

dont order, in floe me

and not informant emitted confidence assumption cant

I not so laugh on through

my true love is not then thus

my notice in hand to remind me against

I just want to get fuck away from

and awake from me

as in a wake of my own but self

as seen above from a care or fault

I cant think of happiness proof in any reasoning

ill look at last indoors and beneath

any on day barely

base on

______

Jodf Ludfh Sled

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FALC NORD TODF TOLL UNFOLD 07

I just what you needlessly-

-but I need less often my once malice

im in the last

in at last

lessen

of an essential

accentuation

of what a settling of distance complexity unsensicle nonsense

lessen callus

just call or say goodbye

yes you must schedule, call my secretary,

I cant make this last

I can end a beginning

begin my ending and squeeze in the irreverence

unfortunate intermission

only 2 acting sessions to bring it out and into

cause me to finish...

because I need my credit

_______

Jodf Ludfh Sled

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