Peering into nothing, having no meaning, babbling into walls, nothing at all, no visiting

[dillerkids]

whatever u do just do it right

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[anonymous]

iritated am i as words are in the back of my pine tree eyes of shaddows. tradition is only fools tote. the operator yells a beckoning call and aske ME of all people to call the police because the operator is dying and the phones are all off the hook. the inosnece relies in the hope and the dream and this passion to come forth with new passions. that day you said you were a ghost like a smeared faucet of pentagonal arrangements, you are right. the trees are broken,

Mark please come home.

[dillerkids]

i couldnt imagine your face anymore than a periwinkle
this strategy is an appauling journey to ask but as i clone myself in a bucket of sour grace (gaze) borrow only the things you need most and return them within the mating season.