[and also in this form: Pealing Centuries] The sky is a pealing pelon or what’s that called a pear. In a box. Of open pears; are the actually opo en; I forgot I speak old Italian; and the pears have … Continue reading Pealing Centuries,
tag[s]: criminological fiction dedicated to turpentine tiding and wheat bus risk. or see it in a more version; form: Draw the thin way Draw the thin way; think avenue as in street The Thin Way: It’s meant … Continue reading Food, the thin way.
In the past ; Duke used to enjoy pallying tetherball like the rest; of us kids. then something happened; a crack in a voice; duke saw a hit of a glass and no shatter; and he was struck; by what … Continue reading The rape of Duke, in a for run land.
brain damage; I know I can recover it; and it’s strange to know that; I guess as young as blondes are in the spools and it’s cold hut here. It reminds me of venues of dog racing; do yuo know … Continue reading Fun, NY.
The Run for My identity; The Run for our Identities like flags flag runs Tha would make me run for my I life and if I were wearing that scusi mor form and those wore wore informing me of my … Continue reading flag runs; Te Ru for R I dent wee
I wanted to see the sausage early in the morning. Barricading the men’s p. bathroom; a closet of steaming unclean other men. With ugly strife. It means here, only? untrue strife. You can’t reel soon. I gotta find a crime … Continue reading reality based: Bizarre Culture Fiction
fiction to post: Jet I used to have issues with the physical body; how disgusting it was no matter how holy you were; the very beauty of hair would make me curl into a wrenching gore of a scream that … Continue reading Jet