Saying, If Your In Her Then, Your Hypnotized Too

That a little tid bit in truth about, myself
This lease piece, you see ? As out of the blue
His other half tains flesh, ofttimes makes me laugh
With these crazy thoughts; entertaining another dull day
Amid his valley of death her Babylon; isn't she, pretty in pink...
Anyway, psycho's latest episode took us to Georgetown and Regan
Bypassing tinsel town's theatrics tilt, a closer look ? Taboo, it's thought ?
Conventional, we are not: love, for every life although shall never part; 'Creation
Yet baby's other side this dynamic in reason brought about images his, transcending....
Daemon clutching their crucifix shouting about the throws be, verb lunacy: lubricate me, lubricate, meeee
Jovial's boy had me rolling once again; such, hilarious visions from beyound her realms ? Ludicrous, bruntly bowed.
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Street Avatar
May 1, 2014 at 9:40 PM
¿*:*? Its time to head back out and hope that I don't get caught and have my wagon taken away and, get fined six hundred dollars for being homeless............Or, strip searched for plugging into a county outlet to charge my cell phone just in case someone is being murdered in the alley one night and, needs a rescuer's call..........Or, given twenty five to life because I truly forgot to abide one day, by their ever shackling laws.............or, 213 years because I was drunk and pushed my girl
Onclaud Avatar
May 1, 2014 at 6:05 AM
my, is this about a TV series, james?.. totally infectious and well fleshed out!.. huggs
Chircop Avatar
May 1, 2014 at 1:00 AM
I need many crazy thoughts to entertain dull days..Hypnotizm?If only I could be hypnotized and all that is dark and sad goes away..But all the chapters of life will always be what they used to be..Some of which filled with happy monents..other times with tears..yet all carry a piece of who i was who iam and who i will becone still in my hands.A profound poem John...Nice to be here again .
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May 1, 2014 at 1:01 AM
And on the whole-life is beautiful-enjoy: )
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