say stem sounds so much like
of course i might tell you about
I was wondering what the f* the librarian was doing on break
in the patron seating area; but as soon as I complained about the noisy laughing;
he changed images virtually pretending to be God; and populated the sap even more widely calling me and it obese.
finally that of course I would never be wed;
it was too sick of a concept for me;
but for another it would could work.
I hate A.C. ! for forcing him to wed when he was just a babe of fife ten.
In the humidity of that stoic’s expression; we weren’t sure if we’d survive; but we were sure that we shot to.
then I saw that we’d look so much wed
Yesterday; a teenage boy ? said he would be shot me. And I couldn’t say it right; because my … is the shot, un-change-able.
In my world; everybody is asian or they are not;
and if they are not; well then there is something culturally wrong with them; like the[y] like stinking up places; and saying it’s r some-boy elses doing
the woman behind me is fat and ugly;
and her husband wears a woman’s short shorts and calls me such;
so I hate marriage
I bat my eyes to recover for all the times I was hit instead of them; and not because that was the rite of way.
I wonder if that makes my eyes, balls; like baseballs or … softballs?
My softballs can’t see very well ; because it’s easier to be blind when you’re hit too many times wrongfully; but that’s a different context of easier;
not like that sloppy couple; it’s easier to be them. I miss heaven among the pink scribble,
and my brother was raped seven times because of them; I vowed to never speak to him ever again; where ever again was a very long time; and I made his father do the same;
knock on the door, strength; like an address:
s-t-r-e-n-g-t-h as panels of letters on a wood door now used for living tombs; how time has evolved; since
You couldn’t shun him; well that brother;
because I simply couldn’t speak to him; so at all.
And now they just raped themselves seven times; and pretended in sickness that
it was him.
I t deformed my left I and I could no longer find my father; or any of my fathers; I took that as a sign;
to co-exist as an adult while I was a child with the other adults so you wouldn’t be able to tell us a tale apart. The two sets of the two.
ohmygod! the hless people should walk even more; the bus has been defined by its lowes t limit