WInkled (windfaller bikedreidl)

ThInkster (thin sofar but this instanter tearings have me hurchering lurchering)
callouse note(the slaw had too mush flat in it, the sloop was a grade Z)
appositive sobss , dang this old abcess is ouchying me
the caboose of the china train was a peculiarly mauve innards all ablazon and emblematic with stars (no one noticed but my inner girlchild)
they laffed at my depiction of flapjacks and twain's all flapdoodle(try trance lancering THAT tHTER into mandarin, 'eh,ducks?
See what's free

fresh is the way to go, old gnarling thoughts of whatever or striving for security unabtainable, ach, nein meine schweiny brawnbraine within witheral

fresh is the way to goit's just so often i rely on the frozen because when i've gotten the fresh ones, they just 'go to seed' right there in the fridge.. The ego part of my paintings I believe I was striving to 'prove' I was a worthwhile person, gain self-esteem,stuff like that. My paintings, well, I sold a few but I didn't have the ummmph! the perseverance nor the foucs to keep going and so stoppped, plus I really wanted folks to like my art but couldn't hack it when they didn't, y'know? it was quite healing in its own way to let my art fly and flower.Just woke up, went to bed way earlynow awake and listening to

Heated by well-pickled feisty salesmen in their late forties, the very very small print, a moist original, remained unutilized. In its stead,anon

Heated by well-pickled feisty salesmen in their late forties, the very very small print, a moist original, remained unutilized. In its stead, all along the moor, purplish flowers were the targets and gastronome's giftcards of myriad bees, hiveless and disheveled. Their former hive had been choppered up and the wax melted for candlesong, the honey dissolved in gluewater, and the wood burnt at the height of the frigid t imes. Pewter hasps, cordite from afar wafting in the rafters, a fullness and a less-than-fourth-rate/fifth world mind unsettlered unbehandling. Armless armada, grudge beggar, the furitive poster daze rekindled her go-go booted newtonian beginning, a big inning of gemmery and sardonic brick-a-brack-a-brooding, siezure- seethed. Soft velour undaunted drizzle-nested rolfers, strenghtened by their proteges megaboost, unbidden. Th nearby fjord ,disorganized by the inorganic scale of the tragedy, small soft-shelled predators, predating the realms of now by colossal and unthinkably enormous, senselessly factualized reddened feral ululating nervy storm-nestled impolite straw-sparklers. No one was gaining from that module of competition.

Heated invectives, oat-strewn and ethically tawdry, in the misery swamps mustered up and petered out, and the map-hovering poseur. The kibbles were no

Heated invectives, oat-strewn and ethically tawdry, in the misery swamps mustered up and petered out, and the map-hovering poseur. The kibbles were not humane foodstuffs, but the shunning made it more forcible. There was county-into-city, and it was like a village in a glass, like a schippe.
Unlike one of those dada artists with their manifestos galore, there had been a bonobo's misfortune taken between the cleaver and the operatic peradventures. It also was blue inside.

nnot really a true pagan, i just feel very deeply about trees and loathe viewing them get chopppered down

may all sentient beings find peace...and healing....and all that stuff.
Today I was getting in touch with the fact that my little baby within does NOT speak 'english' or any language only the lingo of feelings so when she wants to get through to me she might cringe or cry or laugh or 'lose' focus.

(not really a true pagan, i just feel very deeply about trees and loathe viewing them get chopppered down
aggravato business

Just months away, a woman of forgiving mentallity contemplated how to bring the branch of peace to such an unpeachy torn deadhthof mom commiserating

Just months away, a woman of forgiving mentallity contemplated how to bring the branch of peace to such an unpeachy torn deadhthof mom commiserating homesteamd.
We healing ,babe, we bee healing and heeding the crawl

Never, marauders of the soul, traipsing along by carrycart and pushcarverings, bullish and braying, showed not the slightest of the Yankee ingenue nor

Never, marauders of the soul, traipsing along by carrycart and pushcarverings, bullish and braying, showed not the slightest of the Yankee ingenue
nor the Southeastern hospice mentality. It was not a short trek. Yawning and perched on a 'possum branchling, she misperceived the Druids' in their endless rock encircling ,but enfolded the flowers and told the lancer-miner, this is my crane.

That there burial crofter, replete with comfits and life-tier rafters, objects to art-optionals.

mealtime meantime replete with Newtonian expansion beleaguered palavered-about 6Neptunians, unfettering their fisherbee kingbudgirigar mailgram,Oh

pickwooden nekton slider sling: 1.picketed and browned terrace bunchiest 2. pinewood versus rockweed 3.piccolos fifing out the composite-uprisings 4

she don't much care for supersweet marzipan nor halvah but she likes more mild like matzos and unsweetned krautbits

sober, the little child is Somber; she has never been loved,much, just given over to God but she actually wanted to hug a twee,much rather

Q:If you be listnering to your innard's girlchildcoresoulself, why you overated like a prize swine just then?

cooing, the infant-within, disheveled and only a few months this side of the womb, nevertheless KNEW if someone liked her or scarred her

birthpangs were only recent but bursting out was nary an easiness, as reports of the outer world, and anti-acids, were inneficeint inneffective

the infant finds even a rattle's tawdry offerings of options mind-unleasheing; the fullygrowed(read "petrified" ) addled adult finds even new art find

babyinfant not dead not sleepering not frozed crystalized but Live and Well as can be respected for having such a modality as this one to get thru to

betwixt wistful infantgirlwithinchild unwithereing , not of the heights, the moat needs fillering in, the crocs need to be papier, not macho

horsesofferalfear the littleinfant babygirl is NOT defunct and she wills to be heared

theseeyes haven't grown much, though my fingerlings and toesies have

time traipsing, going brackish waterlogged upstream to the rescue and recoup of our cherished babygirl within

BEINGso baby calm you are honoring the infant girlchild within.i believe us addicts are so often in need of looking within to our little infant

smushing is such zest; not-icing is our daily bard; way pre-k, yet she seethes with calculus, trig, celestial plotterings, & she has the cutesiest

snoopering about sew, inventoring highly artisaned interwebbered applest pies and spicey chomperings, little babybirdling does wryly watch innerskyful

baby likes boxes and their turntable ways and the handheld-fan is an endlessly apple-appetizering standby for her, when all her toys= dullardsteeth

Y=X is very different(dew the moth,mon) than Y=X cubed, graphically zooming. So? so don't just settle-in with this folly of plodding heartbrokered,

it's not that i QUIT, i just sort of driftered away and afore you know it(in the daymare) i was(emotionally, not physically) DRUNK again, ugh...don't

guru, professor, someone to teller me what to do

the classical equation to become a phoneybird( i fall prey to that raptor enraptured far too oft flung)

prostrating one's elf afore the dogs of fearsupine in misunderstandering thee,miserable discontinuitylogos ethos pathos bathos

the soymilch of my dweemsyou dweebstirs: what is that slob suppose to do after that dipstick of a liargyppered him out of his so-collared brand sparki

me, i'm like the woman, at the frigid petrol stop, in gumboots, with her oxygen tankard trailering, ciggie-in-hand, about toself-immolate inadvertentl

she may have been crazy, but for a gal in her forties, she danged well knew what on earth(this has never been mars' business how we ruin our plain it)

in that story, the secondary eco-protagonist gets trapped on a liberating raid and is soundly dumped by his disliked overseer,or how-to-not-make-it-wo

in ni-hongo, the colds are those in say their thirties whose interests are in NOT becalming a partner to the grandersociety, and their parentals(with

twentypeven year i've been writhing about htis town right cheer and not a wisp of a word of reply have i retainered, cargo cultic one

ask himself 'ere you against your druthers aglain glow: "Is this something I wants to boast of?" and to hecki with the horsers, and all that hearse-ta

who-do-you-know-in-this-village-that and so it wasn't long(right after the accident i swerved her to averse and she blammered me a hunnert jahrs aweg(

didn't realize that being freedom and reclaiming the intertidal interstices was agin' the agar agar healerizing, in yo rodeo-fried fiery realm,missus

in essence, all boilered down, all stela and traipse, i'm saying: lemme in and don't keep me in

learning to know that it' not about today when i grow tripped it's about what happened when i was just a tiny totthe unloving uncare,alas

it is about what has remained always the erstwhile fearfilledness

helmut, you ole medulla meddler peddlesome, that old oilskin substratum curtain curtailed catcalled

hired as a dreamer-hand of the mornings

if no one around us is frightenedthat terrifies us and so to retour deturn to terra infirma highly familiair we runrunruntowards it

(y'ever seize a rabbit what runs toward a packert of hounds? well, that there is how's we ourselves seems

in the statute park, gigantosaurian heads, great ladders, a lieberry treed by a 'possum(so many toothed,proust)

scheming bighearts, theme-traipsing meanasauruasuses, hippy=formerpotslavesommi rex

glistening to the meander; shinering ah top-o-the-tin and a haypenny nail,to booo

two ideals which are muy simular pero no identical

these healerings, they day-hop on by, unforsale, and the kangaroo-in-the-steeplechase, magpies all a flutter within the fluted bellcurvetower with the

enitity, in entirety far too many yellowgreen four qualitied (is that actually my typo?) sublime hopeful

is that what htey treacherous you at your jayjay mittens, yerba mate has too mush crafty fiend,dollbunnybirdbearbouy

how-many-passed-lifes has she had,he asked me? well, this woman has had quite the few, and the odd death,as swell, mugwumper

kindo' downiedownsters tonightlistenting to old tapesliterally and mentally

sneaking in thongs, tweaking in prawns, meek-innkeeper in-and-out the lawnjockey

frisky-eyed-dans la rue with haversack and wrecking my hose on the worsted innerstatic

chalk down the fulcrum, fundament of starboards, hoppering into the silage barnyarn

in cologne, folks-getting-their-luandreing done, get time and also the standings-up

not a cult, actually, just a surety, a fixedly, a knowledge sands cowtowing(and try towaing a cow about,even a pre-slaughtered one

the-breads-i-like are not-too-rye-nor-raw-but more the type that are more digestible, ingestible, tasty, o yes!

hoop cheese(soy), ringbologna(vegan), pudding-of-rice(lowly of sugarings),

twerp-she-callered-me? protestors-will-be-devoured, thankyou,not

i ain't sour i'm pre-sweetness

singed by soberfulhealer, somber-sombrerobouyant no mas the tossing of the frizz

sugar-freedman-marmalade, i yipes yike yit, tis goo

fences-denizens, tell-us-Your-'possum-anecdote,suffice

hailer-somber-mindfill, flailer-starboard-landfurl

seventy on sundayseventy bellowed leastwise uncommonlightnings

sometimesthe soundof thetub andits slightalterations of soundlings canbe a helacious healering iffen y'awl listenerize with your moist hart within the

folks listenering to their active pet neighbors, is that a rat in the neighbor's rafters or is it a scurrying scurrlious pupdog?

healerings like how to be lazarus lazy, how to connexion with the beloved, how to 'low blissful thistle to whet my whistle(tea) and the chill is grand