Pieces drop and I must move away. I find life a painful university with no J term. Threats in the air like a smoggy Phoenix day. Even Delta refuses to pretend to fly. All of the eagle eyes in one family. It almost looks Tibetan in malady. I move to shake myself free of their malady. My thoughts move in a manuever like birds by the Eifel Tower. I will take a cord at midnight and jump without regret. Merci becomes mercy to me. Eyes that paralyze whisper soft tres belle sentiments. There is no thought of sex. It is conversation about the melody he left for me en ma couer. I love your ecstacy about my memory. Can't we see your traveling companion as a bird. He will see and we can be free to be a rose, only one rose. Do not listen to my brother in your head. You know the fucker should be dead. You tried with me, and now we are free. The breed is Arabian. His name is RJS Royal Salton. You eyes see the brown of my coffee in your sink. A moment and it goes away. I will do your dishes today.
Give him a moment with me. Sight is right. You are rifle. I make you sniper in Russia today. It will be archer by Calhoun tomorrow. Sensuality is the Anael behind your eyes of grace. J'adore ton crit. There is a herd that we can follow or we can find the one that is lame and you can show me your fame. You grab my hand and he can see. He wants to see your authority. Dreams are in my eyes. My hair is a cascade of Germany. This is where it gets sharp. Yank the leash of family jealousy and arrogance behind your eyes. It holds me down and I quickly bid adieu. It was very nice to meet you.
In this moment I put words on the page. I now know there is no sage, only rage. If you want me, you can find me left of center down the street. Chemistry is building in me and I need the cops and workers kept at bay so I can be madeline for a day. Leve les mains. Vous etes tres intelligent. Je m'appelle Hope. I did not speak of any personal things. This made it improper to exchange names. I will call you Jean Paul et Phillipe. My memory stores many moments. This was pleasant. Let us keep it that way. I'm not into drug culture. Do not approach me to mule in a different way for you. That makes you both hepped up losers.
The brush explores the page as you support me from behind. Red is for me and magenta is for you. He walks in and it turns black immediately. Jealousy is a telekinetic revolution. I take green with my pointer finger and issue thoughts from the sky. It is okay to feel, but do not disturb my concentration. An emotion is evolving on the page. I am my own creature. No one is related to who I am and what I will be. He is having jealousy. Phillipe stand by the vent. Explain what it feels like in french. A watery rainbow of french tulips dances on to the page. You are filled with rage and grab me too tight. Jeff is in the vicinity so you strangle me white. Burdens of families all over my dead body. All colors of everywhere color even my hair. You leave me lying there. I wake up a week later on a mountaintop in Tibet. I just start wondering in a white sarong as a lost voodoo pet.
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