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This black kid from the cathedral got me addicted to sour patch kids xplodes.
in spanish she said to stray I’m ‘way too added up to deal with these souls’
Oh yeah and whatever white water race or something while her mom landscapes
you cannot smoke weed with a picture like, stop rafting, so didn’t it sound like rape,
or fun while sleep is stapled together,

In the paddy wagon, no dudes moving to fix a half picked nose, one distances the other
Like a joke we spoke together in places I don’t need to know, I can hear now some-one is
an escape follows, her. whoever and to be out with seasons needs how expensive it will
be and the reasons those penguins are kind-of the main attraction yourself, see.
because they’ve told us that our modern world is made entirely of glass

God-Damn Waffle House, I won’t even tell you what it’s not like how much raw organic
honey is too much strait honey to eat safely, a helmet looks like a watermelon, floats
towards me nothing is untied, united or in divide, really, my thunder 21 is this low 30′s
button against the want for a change diapers is my favorite people I watch for you
posted just in time to make wonder with who is creeping on who.

Caring and I try to elaborate two’s to share and I would venture dares to make a stay
still aiming life, or time, it is a mime, fucking. silently, troublemakers hidden corners
exposed beauty fades and shades hearts cooled foolish, to water will float the PH
hero mom caped dodging bullets hit me late anyway. The team lost five against one
who is to create, cheating greeds, to cover the spread as thin flows

Down my legs missing opportunities to teach or catch a branch, to pick a forecast, or ask
‘I am mercy for my needs’?

Syracuse Burrito Friday the 13th (To drunk to read)

one-thousand paper
cranes abstain eye color
expensive elations to a metaphors wish
wastes a land of sex while
justice sees a shoulder, and stops

hitchhikers field
cold, filter face west wet
at night towels could be very
hot oil, if we needed the chase
with water in a drought that scolds
should hesitate when

warned.

your problem now is cheese
maybe mixing it up with a life
logo and a reach to paint
hope, and the thinking that lines it?
back for yes? franchise is familiar
but life. the talk like
life is not a basketball game

is farming totems

you’re going to have to think twice
lavender, wait.
white truffles smell good, no, we’re
boxing chakra met ridicules back, rah-rah
lip-skips again this switch laughs, resets
at me knowing I am afraid to fix it.

black truffles taste to fulfill skin
a thirsty old ladylike drinking budget
burst me to budget if we get so
un-shuffled but touching logistics
heart in 3D barcodes, bare excess connects
who also cheats the systems had
not I trusted in september

and when september was good in retreat.

Attitude Unravelings

paris melting as puckered lights
lips fighting a glass with opportunity
breaking

tensions pressure us, pulses. right?
today few rains on, and everything
floods while a hint tips

the illuminated rooster to waking
screams water on a path of tiny feathers
or is this a trap

width trips and be thought masking
only what you know of me is of us
shaving my speed

or other drugs illicit mistakes fill
a diminished gear to dust or desire
So then you put glue in it

the knot, the country club is soft
sophisticated knowledge shouldn’t be.
guided.

by a stolen baby fox
where punks are more or less bros
however many

hiding lines, borrows light dude
a cross, the woods, circled by a fire
but which is more unlikely?

whatever ‘I know right’ , “rude”
shared shops two hands relate reacting
blind

ribbons attitude reaching body
double-dates, or too close to just
be scared

spinning without trust
asks ‘why nothing thanks”
nowadays

TwoOne

electricity bee, business buzzes
out of illness, so breath twice.
bills liked. divides as price doubles.

on campfires as a family fights
for heat, we separate white, piles
of paper, running circles into ends  so

so the light in our eyes is duplicated,
sightly so to buy one get one free love again
bunny percent to the target who will lust

focus parks distance to the great attractor
moving south to north repeatedly to
relax or just visit friends and mend.

wait (war wander)

one day away and back
whatever the world isn’t
news.
printed on everyone has
some dated sure thing to
prove.
two more wait manages in
will or balancing bears can
dance.
growing old, tip steps on
memoirs seem farther or
gone for
cash in mirrors is turns to
covet as they appear and are
war.
lines fill practical applications
on the ground or the bed, still
memories there.
I said it.
waiting children headlights cheat
a corner and some signal beats
intermittently.
so its hard to believe, blinks, right.
right, right.

collects forgetting

J.Saliba:

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treats ego to accent what past keeps
minus something told to be so
quiet likes the spider, without much
pull off legs nothing equals eight beyond something you sake turns genders mechanic
send types and early rolled, swears,
to then justify, collects tee shirts.
she collects forgetting in a comfortable chair. cheap harvest makes cheap
type speaks to me whispers across
a white lake surprised halts
chalkboard scrapes me and my armor

everything in sight
I love I hurt
Anything 
I hurt.
I love that is no more

as to be wary of Pisces will
it shatters ‘if’ how we wait for you
to wonder why bright colors suck
painted over such dark disposition
reads on hands records the same face
like a re-run in a bubble 
‘Someone?’
tell me if I’m lying possessions with light freeze? beats silence
though, imagine a game. count to something I am hiding.

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God Comes at Me

I shot god, armed.
lil’ reason caught
something stuck
On screaming

Dude, battle cry,
time is yawning
inconsistents
Bye warm bath

For a bit so
How many tiny
Grains of sand
Surpassing

shames bearing
accepting, still
Matures slow
On its own

Un-loaded
But of can’t
Is it wait
So the say

Bear the load
God came at me
With efficiency
Changed us both.

A wonder
Remarkably
Is not such
Us, clearly.

So who then
Creates the gods who make us
Dearly, I
Want to know.

collects forgetting

treats ego to accent what past keeps
minus something told to be so
quiet likes the spider, without much
pull off legs nothing equals eight beyond something you sake turns genders mechanic
send types and early rolled, swears,
to then justify, collects tee shirts.
she collects forgetting in a comfortable chair. cheap harvest makes cheap
type speaks to me whispers across
a white lake surprised halts
chalkboard scrapes me and my armor

everything in sight
I love I hurt
Anything 
I hurt.
I love that is no more

as to be wary of Pisces will
it shatters ‘if’ how we wait for you
to wonder why bright colors suck
painted over such dark disposition
reads on hands records the same face
like a re-run in a bubble 
‘Someone?’
tell me if I’m lying possessions with light freeze? beats silence
though, imagine a game. count to something I am hiding.