06/19/2015-04/18/2017
just do this that I want to do to thing away and better talk the alive thing needs that, that I want to want to want Oh thing oh that oh go, be going , oh walk talk about truth.And I can, the theories are idolatry, self is tsunami as I nat urally enact necessity . wanting tome or lake, honey pardon or this ordain or be without us all, be neither thing alone, entangle this shit, if more to tell, I mean, I must avoid care essential water never on and treat me to the essence, a pond not lake the sea turtles are in the sand, beaten, or water I don't know whether we sin Earthen tonsil red frail worth igneous adhesion testimony thrum right, package of error. The felony, I mean, really, from a wrong ai know the me she, ale here with error, and take naked to bed, the she, over here on here tore to red and to ale and snare and sneer and tainted ale to here on here unless, oh take, I’ve be a sore. please, peel top, end of message, toppling, and I sleep 12th grade 8:15 PM Tired heads, Ali guesses first loves are tornado, on vomiting in the doorframe , and Jupiter be kept seasonal, Inter her, and that line is mine. Better this all seen, whatever the sand got the water ,and I can’t end a dream then I know firsthand where are the apples, and you’re in here too, and to erode, or like acid but on your alone time, notify snakes, one , and two are too long, that wrong ai like, I died tonight and went , and watch us crossing to alight on serenity, I don't know, agreeing to the Mezcal now, and it sounds sick, I take all free and alloys were the wasted and noble to arm the forlorn, the rodeo, the bay I want in my simmering to end the shore and carry down some for Ali, and this thing the warding, so mature. It’s because after that, we are little and, best friend, I really don’t I vent corpses, false entertaining this other, and I didn’t even really, been some time, the marshes are sand, and you make the best, so really try on the bays, and really moan, god and vent the lust been thinking about the past, so Monday to be and the some the same to be the past the wasted, and the world to be to better and the waste torn open it's been sorry, and I don’t want to be. sore, they could break the waste, people, the war finally went better I know I'm carrying the cells. I mean, I have been soar on the nasty reality, and the world to see, to the kind, the same some soar to wild hours, to be torn not open, the list the last really good to be dead I mean now really live I mean, flag the worried. I don’t like I’m worst then to real people, and all you geodes open, get some sand to be the king that minds the gate and the portal more the part, non year because I’d want to be with her, we wasted the simmer, cited tumult back, and the opening wings because flying, and are we? because I don’t trust the world, and the worried and the world to turn, the some the best the best the waste I feel like I’m forever and to be tested, really finally nod to me, and the alloys and the worried and the fir, the some the sore on me, the some the soul, really go it feels like I’m nothing, the cans all lined, and Arun good and tore the under lining, to meet now, kiss sand some sore on lips, some for tomorrow, Monday to eon, rhyme the summer then 12th grade 10:11 PM I want to be to really and to be the world, to be the waste, really to be easily know how summer sweet and soil in pairs, fullness on me nor the groaning air in this and that we die eternally where ground and I differ, that I really live in grass and it tastes natural I know how sore, though, the bastard night, don’t seashells go sore we ought to get to shore and down, to rest no variant to the tired, and I want the air right now tired, the world stiff and yet forlorn, ingest violence soon, morning then, we times are wincing, the books and I right now soar and weary, save the kiss of more the some the nasty, and I can’t, some friend needs poison maybe just the long abundance, far air lift it, the curtain, and I veer toward seeming shutouts, those people eagerly need the written lesions, and Kiss stop been thinking about air, formatted on already sorry, seeping down, left open hilt, but adaptable, never wore, left nothing, drew sooner . I don’t think . Good