Buddha

(eyes used for tooth support)

Eyes abused for truth supplied

Do this:
Carry a notebook
Go for walks
Find neat stuff
Give neat stuff the gift of a hastily drawn eyeball from said notebook
Leave no trace, excluding possible butterfly effects
Move on, as life has many walks



(eyes used for tooth support)

Theorem beaking

Bugs like chiggers sew the blackfirst tomorrow with those eyes ears and era-sears wit sends alley mon way to the heat of to-fore and midewhiles o'er dent and sures the onst finds her cue, leftly rightsook.

Candy was a hotday, as sure as was my shirt. Becks and heckenswidth, ons and frobs tonding mission hesses while-the-whurlish, chaws from dandy osprey teens had willow and beaking's worth for this harp on the huely-- bettered pads and ting lies, owe ewe and no, hlee yonder tigh, peffering sled for thatguy A, led and bledstone the weight of fours and tries bring he to it and marred with obstacle shells, glimpses to that former, in wished gushes of raingoaway.

Cherished licture, Biking devers, gotts for daumeninger...

His licked, her sopes withstoond. Foursome eight and having heft to leaf: dem's bugs rightened madly.




(ahh yez, I lift herr)

There is no title because there is no title

A special heck for the hood mountained since.
Ol' mom was momentous and angered salad, with worms and empires doing this uniform sortis; manambulating and fine jig rested best foft on that they who could see her, with 45 mph for us on the otros cling: many buckets on the sleepy pie dormer, treanted feals crought four error shem's and combines mortart (u shez, we dez). God a hake for the tealmous fantly! Maaaan, I ain't taking it no more. Maaaaaaaan, you gotta some width there hessy dote and glimbing hits for for for ain't chew dint chew andalay mansion that beard and dole souks soles sitsbaths fourteen (hagan) I ain't, ain't, ain't whatcho bin totalling in mathmetrics ending in solder or roaster or finish your damn zemester fake. Off to the corps, he quitagainquitagainquitagain'zer. Strife's too short, momnan would jester. Allied forces, giddy whelped and without the quakers in stride, alloyed the blessedly bead ted for another motherly popsquid. Turn off the alarm, friend. We don't speakzen no dutchrabbit here.


(hex on the gibbs, we, us, tex fused with an iSore preported)

Tease Test(e)

Tea testing tease. The baggers went inserted sand with cradles and wicker hens full of dries, all mewling to get into that special place, where if you stood too long, you'd nearly break down and cry or fire the house censor for being a tad too third gradient, and or german, or just a hairwidth shy of being tall enough to pass muster on the crossified shimmy get-down and book urns of jesuit babe, clad in the browniest aura of brick throwing asp and muckle, aimed low for the balls of senate, ingress, and cups of sherry, held as white elephants over plumber johns and pissmoan marys. It all was in aid of the former postulates and ivory states of stance: once cherries, they now had the gloat ready for terrace frowning. Added insult wood beam that rectal thermommy, juiced like a roid calf, and a qualf of a savoury herbal mix of rosemary, cavendish, and meisterbrau; you know the type, all piled up in sedentary oils and gleaning like a verdant meridian, awaiting the anathema for a priori malts and hoopers to climb crowingly to abut the genteel frasier with pieces of chair, teat, and peter bailed island reticent ambition and gambit coatl. Fourteen more days, my shinning knock-kneed protean inconstant. Set the limitless cherubs with a task to carve circles from the kilmer, and the unrest will chide niceties to bro better annexes. These will be our times. And timmy was the tune of skirts and chortles. And dim was the sets, embarrassed of all things, with thirteen suns less to carry missingly in septal requisites, and the raffy scores of long legged mal askings, they, my friend, only they would be culpable only of porn and candid aiding of mists. After all would end, and the reams of a fault line would find omni shrouds in shelf-lives painted red, white, and algae bloom.

Sythe my tetse

Fisty cuffs and onion ian. A misery tea itinerary; leftover which ends the dated mace of cloying yogis, bastions of wild tight and cleat sheens forthed over rinded and played for-over the mess and sedge, says to the ewe, loft and addendum belch blowing glowed glues and feather whether hits, bacon on an orange blossom and again, feeling ties and my tits sigh. Sham nips at the cage gauged rent staid with ires on focus, measures with a tin toil and barley cup slash of oak belief. Criars rich in topiaries, the shoshoon went elseway, staying on the long line enough for the rope to fall lover middle end, mired in centrist pabulum and jutes on a target nearby, parking lot skewed to fourteen papers, batched end to end, ladled maybe in garish relay, resistors, mansions, elk, and thyme. Later, pods with large senses of being would come back to fix the since-manners, and this was no reality better for the baring, nor an easy upset for formidable allies on the next team hex point and previous vexation or secession chimes on ten to fifteen, dropping one to make a dream come clue, and we all loved Barry. He made britches seem like points on a map, cherries and ladies' slips, mushroomed with oxides and tomes revelling in that itchy feel of fibreglass on a lesser hang, two fingers plied for a scissor piss and pity you weren't there when the stuffings were really beat. But drums and carpal tongue pressed near and far, the herbaceous flyover hadn't deemed a medley like that in years, or perhaps, seconds by the stroke of six, eleven, and algebraic finites stilling waters where the efts and papercuts played out life's ramas and parade day sun-jun smiles.

Arm me, arm me!

(the latentest in a series of rebellions with the flabby american cowboy, i.e., the secrets of men)