It’s as thoughīoth kinds of consumption have slowed me. Isn’t that enough? Isn’t that enough to make you wrong and makes me good. Wouldn’t that be enough to make me? Please pick up. Have youĪnything to confess? If I have wronged another. You die with no regrets? I died with no regrets. Have you anything to confess? Have you anything to confess? Nothing Father. It’s a funny kind of fall.īeans about his hand and wine about his breath. A funny kind of fall and still with interest. The roll-backward slide down a glass wall. With scotch in the clown now and hypochondria caught in the rudders. Say the staples they can’t hold a kid together. Am I mistaken? It’s a just a loss I think. It’s like a love that’s slight or a fear that’s just less. I’m missing what I didn’t know had place. But what about this hole here? Here, just underneath. It’s a loss and yet I haven’t lost anything. In my chest? What wants attention at a desk? When the seconds jam. ‘Cause when a star collapses she knows the rest of the world will rush downĬan cut together anything. HowĬould anyone keep up with her idea of having fun? Yeah it’s just as you We’re all at some disposal when she’s at some device. The trauma’s significant and best when on a magnificent After all, she can cut together anything. Keep having such a bad run? It’s to her credit that these embarrassmentsĬome off smooth and clean. Hey, who’s playing stretcher-bearer? I saw you down there on scene. Those little atomīombs she loves to leave. We can knock any nails on the head if we think. Run the show or be left holding the floor. We can pull any nails by the head it we catch them sleeping in the shelves. And they’re cruel enough make you appear polite and not take it personally. You play for someone’s daughter sincere and deep after waiting out the past five hours. All the time in the world, but not the space. You don’t understand what you’re reading. An almost naturopath working hard healing others and not herself. She was sorry she didn’t have any stories. And sided with the fatal skirt that cut off both their heads. And I hated those dragons that climbed up over her legs. Her father had kept her psychiatric for six months. There were reasons why I wouldn’t try everything. The cumulative force of a thousand minds all opening up at the same time. Are you being led to where the commerce is intensive and theĬouncils are all cold and retentive? Wake up sleepyhead. The newspapers keep amused while the avenues have allīecome dead ends. We’ve got just the thing for your few and phlegmatic. A mean road they’re laying outĬan prove it’s all genetic. Are you building debt? Are you feeling bled? Wake up, sleepyhead.

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