Soft suffering Wednesday
Here on my over the Giles on right knull
In the Indian feather loose
it strikes gold that old sooth sayer
a chicken bone and a long lost neighbor
verb for conundrum in the sticks
heaving in the old
what really is this?
burnt up union
tired old words
communicate backwards if it adjusts well
slime in the cat, man for you
love, really what would we do?
eat meat and a lawn to tame
feather's out there
I don't know the name
am I even suffering to survive?
old holy cause
and the reading of the rights
forced existing
sure feels like a loose stream Heaven
how so bad?
at 7:11 the clock opens revelations
cold coca cola
I was alright with a hidden smile
in all ways I take the idle time
and split the view for me to you
have I stolen something?
I guess the worth will bring me on down
yar skitty and the solemn soft clown
never here for more than stricktion
always not always
error above.