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Maureen Res wants to Brittany Murphy me.

Righteousness is key.

They fight him (Satan) they don't hit him ( Angels).

wonderful Counsellor.

Confess.

Provoked not shocked.

its quiet genius.

R.I.P Lee McQueen. Totally un-understood and maverick.

The judgement of the sun.

I pray to God through you son of man.

Aaag Shame.

A free world.

Digestive chemistry is of human contact its being there, Memorabilia.

He said It is good It is good and my heart leaps.

Tit for tat.

For future reference.

Being in a placings of structures taking their dawns i am alarming the spheres of watch dogs of Paramour sights and speak to the disguise of fortitude in the bask of whispers it never takes flight but sets itself to the whimper of my self known self and receive the diabolic of it what so enlivening speech and i make it take to flight in the order of what it accounts to all i have searched light for does speak in the ruins of my land bearing sights taking place in the Roman empires of strive i bury your dead with glee and speak to the search lights of debate.

A relief of sigh speaks in volumious it has turns.

Set to sail the place that acquires my dooms i have no sirens of sea to light the guards of my dispose i have been marched at at the place where it  no longer holds a beam of lights Remanence i hold in passing all places do reach the vivant chantress i have no closure speaking of places held to the let go of my soundings.

I have nothing but the sea.

Have not made mention of names since the last time i reached the place holding the depths and turn of tides as i reach out i have nothing but the sea to fall back on that's where i made mention of the desires held to the spirits arrest.

Remembering is an optive issue.

Displace the order of stay and do remember to set the gaze force to light at the wake of silence dawnings.

Decisions have made a turn ofcourse seem stranger than the arrive of discourse i have made a lantent smile an order of day and remember that without the place of my stays i lose the place of my goes.

Set to sail are the impossibles of remaining in the silence of the cyclone having the storm hold the eye.

silence masters the motive of anonimity

I never cease to take the alarm sets off the counter of my abide and reach in my aims the setting of my side bed its strange fellow musement of hallow springs formulating in the sprees of guarding being taking their returns to substitute arrangements of graceful alarms in the depths of seek and hide.
I am at a taking of harrow please sets setting sail to the wind blow of strnghting holding my souls in arms
When i rang the alarms in concord of settings and became the reindeer lead in the set sails of storms and frost bites it stands to usher that i may not be in the places of sleeps and hallow.

Ive learnt to abort.

August looms and haunts.

As i have arrived at a place of no  musings and no stakes i take my turn to revise the monuments of skulls and scalps laid bare in the order of my travels i illumine the space of accordance and set to sail the remission of my consequence to the enterity of my being and make amends to the settlements of my soul in its aspire forgotten masons do build me up in the structure of my whereabouts and bring to remembrance the set trails of my deliverance i go abounding to the course of my liquidity and bury my head in the sea shores of August strengths not knowing where the reburial of my soul is to take its course always on the ride of shallow placebos at turns i alarm the night with the guise of light This is to the inheritance of my formula.

David

I have become so enamored by the simplicity of ocherstrative melodic allowances that permitt my soul, The depth ends of structures and forms take place in the width measures of his love and the wantoness of my flesh cries out to the simplicity of the anelic order in worship that hath begun or begone before me and preparedness takes form in the attentiveness of brusque quaters of enemy lines i have made a semantic or seminic measure to paddle the boat in to the thrusts of his showers but find the gusts where about i live improbable to the direction of said desire so goes forth the unutterable incoquestuble delves that take inspire to my aires and breathes that awaken my soul to the delights of morning seraphioums/seraphims awaking the gust dephts of dark.

The Boys quad.

TRE VAN GUARD IN THE ASSEMBLY MAKE

Sex monoply

Tre chic

Lots wife she turned and looked.

She still wanted to be there.

Holy Shit there's cum.

Virility.

The women of Marrakesh has she or is she going to.

An editrix.

It is written, no... it is lived!

Healthy and Unhealthy Love.

Long live the Kingdoms.

I'm a slave for you.

We love the paparazzi.

Maureen Res a Trojan Hoarse.

So perfect and beautiful you give emotion.

Its a state not an appearance.

Fur & Diamonds, its a trait.

Praying on chance while I gamble to wake up in Vegas.

I Desire you, Moulin Rouge.

Nakedness became Sodom & Gommorah.

Mom Bust!

An attest to Illicit sex

I worped patterns of craftworks made of negatives to bring to life a subject of objective a treatful seclusion of no consequence and double affliction. I made a tapestry of colors blurred to city lights and drew outside the lines of... to head rush my brain into your submission and to overpower the lights of traffic ad find my way to you. I cancel quiet dispose of common sense and fault the conscious to realize the absolute dominance I have of you under me. I have no street address to the paths reporting makes to you I do take conservation and custodian of your will to my pleasure. I have the unanimity to bring you to the aches of my flesh and paralyse your sense of skin and flesh to the ebliomics of my dictate. Its adrenaline to feel you without your consent to attire you without your principals. I weave a muscle and make a brushel fire you with purpose to my desire.

As unavoidable as the weather they have become.

I've done all I can do!
Father glorify your name!

It wilii/is because of a women.

What Kind Is he? Virgin Fresh!

The only boy who could ever reach me was a son of a preacher man.

Its a travesty.

The Crucifix : A Rear Guard unto the world.

Haughting and eerie but sublime at the same time has tones of overborn and historic resonance. Its shadows and looms with relevant undertones. A permanent ghost with soulful fixture. Its relic with a sense of indelible purpose. A time a era of root honed settings the commence of new histories. Its so archive a before and after. Its remainful with an allure of subtle evidence. Its courts the delegates civilians of earthits part of humanity. Its stoic and remotedly unpohasable. Its heritage.

The right hand not knowing what the left is doing. Its Principal.

Creatures of Mid-air.

Religionists and Fearless.

Sex & Usuality is a modern feeling.

The Harems of His Love constitues of His Beautiful lie

Beyonce and Shakira
Beautiful Liar.

My Divine Sultan.

As the night bellows its the grave alive.

This is what I di for Him.

I recite a poem for the one love
Songs that never end and melodies that ae unhung
I remember and rlish he joy of his appetite
And whisper to the musements of his delight
I cmp t te site of gis wke
And leave no moss a thr rst of his had
I uiet the rst ith  melodic Rhapsody of ll things Bohemia
And mke his prose a thing of secret knowings
I leave temper of recession to his burden and mke quiet the tillness of pass waves
I often mke his tried and tested routes a thing of question
Dabble him ith antiquetd secrets of hidden longing
I make clear to him the prive ad discouse of lounge and secret beddings
I send a clear invite for his temperance in distill
Avail all my quarriculums to the edge of his remissions
I long for no end sightings of his intents and make no room for misconcepts
I ring at all entrances and mke room at all areas to become to his lley longings a lisure of alevolent contnt
I go on making indication ad summons to the hert of his by routes
Never eding temple rushes of is provocations
I re-align te sams with my offeerings in te routes of hs understandings
I propse selicacy and onderful arrangements t his harp and happenings
Bringing to quality te things of his epetoire
I often find a0 sideview giving a glimpse of all y flesh to peasde te traquility of desires
Bearing hips were there are not born
Buttocks were tater rno seats
Making tats where taer are no ccomodates
I reliquish the Thames and ake Euphrates pass his mindfulness
I g on remembering his facials at h things he continues to nevet let o o pss srangers to arrive at dor n is mrks of signage t mke it t his place of rsidentyial bliss
I d ll without never forgetting tat t  place were w both r hre will be no nd of his liancve mking hngs refruition
I never let t g bypass all renders of true villanious vanity
I uess bring tat compendium of vain glory
Reliving the lrms of future ays never ltten g Never. hver ithought of fantasy but antasy swhat  think of him
Never hve iimagines a tale or trail of hrllow in Jan Mry alaway eather frcadting te lrms of his mind buit iguerss tt tee te one iplant
I survey te pthed lading nd Muscavite the tmperance wythout guard
Alienayte te companions of hs ad m thinking t ring whaty eires lurk nmidst
I er watch er or him but its te lce where lives by which ipre-occupy
Leaving left over pnances to the disgise of ral life time ibues
Never rlegate te source to the attainment of holds or never mange wthetLong  place lrks its our desires mi el rts or rickery re-imburse  thing of ointment rligions nd mje temple passing a witchea nir or memoir
Llong before it starts its ateady inished

Relagated to te past nd future

Nude.

The door its hinged out
Light against the offset of night
Wear in a hung clothe line
Seating uncovered and windows looking out
Air hitting against the bodies against h chamber
Flooded  permissivity and disclosure


I walk in submissive to the NightCall.
To tell you how I feel.

A Motel Feeling.

A Black Patrol.

Astronomy is very real.

I hate this place.

Illusion over Reality.

Bio-Chemical connections resulting in Astronomical sex.

Its unspoken.

Its lust.

Changeling.

Choral universe.

He described the Beast.

We just had sex in extensia/ Elements.

Impossible conversations Elemental dialogue in sex dscource open spaces unhinderd feeling and obvert exposure willed and willing.


Schiaperelli and Miuccia Prada: Impossible Conversations

What a Jennifer Tilley night.

Boys will be boys.

Snuck to have a sniff.

Underworn night calls.

I occupy a space called somthing else.

Groundings have re-footed
A posteur re-taken
I limb jolt to surface warlock

That wasn't me.

I've tying to correct spell all get is numerics
I live in fonder state but all get is disgrace
I could never manage to feel accurately
Ipass stop at go and have my innards repossessed
All gifting is in question and all gain found to loss
I can't formulae the right at the perception and my giving hempered
Its stock taking I'm losing inventory

Trace ran past my languid repose
I calculate the remiss of trying
I could have sat  the end but no one was there
I left religion to find a cause
Came at the end of myself when heard the door bell ring
I contemplated a light shining all I could think all could master of was your snal
All found out was a king shot plane that you couldn't fly
I asked your name and youi give it willingly
I never querried your heart just yourt head
Youi answer me before i started asking questions
I never managed to lift the handle to the door you live cause you never knew its address
I found  out you were a stranger and you found out you couldn't love me
We crossed paths by my intentions and gave you my wish wand but never mde a wish
You knew compass routes but chose to head where you live
I found guilt all over me when could not find your will
I never made such a careless attempt than trying to catch you in flight
I knew the order but I didn't know the simtulitude of or  genre
I nevrr could get you to call otice al knew was all fell into
There was  compass and followed your route buit l it meant was you never culd hangle the reaadings of te point breaks
I felt you ut lthere was was yur sense
I never knew tat what you re nd what you knowq dviated
And al in rch compass when elin' attempts leave you high strung its all ordered to be less
I fall and follow but you lead and left
I knew Chrish or cerish as not n order bt all that left was a remiss of what aas nt lsted
You esitate to let me know the questions in yur hed but et you know te aim in m drection ad al  knew ws that all could get was your intrest unwavered
I found out a new art ad tats leaving routes to find aman in a new lead

Bijoux Conversations with Christened kissess.

He stopped it.

Dance.

Your eye that's my world.

XXX LiveShow.

Body Language.

Abominable

Rare

"Its very rare for that to happen for a house, very rare"

-John Galliano.

To give you a new sun.

Joshua Tree.

Burlesque and The Surburban Gardens.

Prime.

Moments of Intimacy.

Energy

Its your hand in mine.
Its that shared momentum
Knowing each other in a degree
Being unavoidable to one another as wather
Saying where you are presenced
We are presenced

Its your hand on mine.

The strenght you managed to muscle.

Its the way it is doesn't mean I believe it.

Rapture.

That I could not touch.

I am my hair.

Hair white as snow.      

Naïve.

#Being obvious #Shunned.

Girls.

Old One.

Sex.

BaBa.

Drew Barrymore.

We take it to the streets.

He consumed the sacrifice.

Tell me the truth.

He's got a big ego. Such a huge ego. I love his big ego.

He's gotta a huige EGO. I love his big EGO.

He is endowed, Good God.

The Art of release.

Sexless?

Friends

The save of Qountouck.

I will love him forever
The shield at my right hand
The last defense incured was on my knees
The second was on my feet
The next shall be in my bed

He talked in speed of pace to arrive my place
I never saw him like that again

Its love covering a multitude of sins
Buried my shame
To save from disgrace

Its the little things that mean most
And most to me he was.

I gamble to wake up in Vegas.

There is no guilt in pleasure.

Do you find it hard?

How so he asked
I imagined you'd be saying something else
I would never hear that here
Its outside where such manner accords
You have left your How so?
Chagrine hidden by modesty
I have managed to turn a centre meeting into a brothel discourse
My tongue slaying attempts of make believe
I make night winds in assumes of Day
Never knowing the passing of Day eds t the night
I fiend you in attempt to attain you
I knew such misconcept would remain in the glare of stare
Inever compromise us or you
The teaching of no guilt in pleasure has me asunder.

His beard compared to mine.

I ran my hands through you
Unhesitatingly caressing the hairs on your face
I assumed a status of disenchantment
Reviving your manhood comparison to mine
Looked at your fingers saw the band

Touched your African tradition
Moving my hands to the centre of your temple
I never touched i did do though was The Laying of Hands.  

They hate the BRAVERY.

Why was he lost/Why were you lost?

America!!!!

Wake me up when September ends?

Does he suck dick fcr a living?

The waters.

A Depraved old man.

WHO WHAT WHERE

It survived.

A need to be needed.

I've learnt to adore.

I won him with tunnel vision.

I exalted You at Sea.

an Atheist I became.

Its Taking Mystery.

I clouded the atmosphere a sound from HER. To echo To Feedback.

Panicked, I ran to seek her shelter

There was no help
No one came to aid
A friend I called she forsook my pledge to the wind
I recounted Scripture to a sranger
Founded in consolation to the hands of an anonymity

I panicked for her and sought her shelter

Nothing came of it.
I cried to the Founds and Origins but my friend never came
There was no friend or familiar face in sight
She was Out of Sight but my panic receeded not
I saught for help to find shelter
My calls not heeded my loud noise not heard
It was me they saw and they dspised
It was her they heard and it came to none

I panicked for her and saught her shelter


The time of SOS had passed


I panicked for her and saught her shelter This to her is my ode.

I ran to a friend for you but was left bereaved.


This is our account of the story.

They lost their firstborn male heir.

To the funeral refrained.

The day Osacar De La Renta Died.

Where Desire lurks.

Virility and its terms.

He Crowned

You saw I looked
I looked you will never see
On some level i knew you'd come
And my body prepared your arrival

Virility and its terms

Your deliverance stored in my flesh

You came like knew you would

And a Prince to me came.

Virgin Inc.

Crazy is relative.

.

One Night Stand.

Wesley Snipes & Nastassaja Kinski.

It has to do with Chemistry.

America would solve everything.

As The World Turns

God Girls.

I'm okay.

You hard as Rock Eternal.

Last Day of Fall.

You move me with Your energies of Prayer.

Its Night.

I know You hear me.

Its all been said.

The energies of prayer.

Don't Speak. We know

The crux

Don't speak..

I LAID BARE.

I Ieft my soul there.
Its where the era ended.
Its where I left the belongings of ...(I can't say)
Its where it left and i left it.
The story so far on my part ended.
I left the unspoken made manifest
The groans of ghost undescribed unspeakable
The prayers of saints before and ahead
Its where the era ended
Its where her voice manifested, where the moans of her cries realized
Its the collapse its falling apart i ended it.
There is nothing more than bare.
Where soul with body manifests (There is no such thing as just sex)
I LAID BARE.

Thriller... to be caught by you.

Hide and seek games kids play count to ten and for me cum looking.

Its the Passing of Day.

Attention.

a wounded healer.

His brothers house.

Whewegorodie.re

1 Oct. 2014.

im so lost.

Since the days have begun i have begun to end

i hear voice tones circling around for an ambush kill
siezed by demon inspired utterances searches in highlights gawking
Unfamiliar ravens distributing food to man
Herded by bull horns that remind on of capital cross of Messiah hangings
i feel serpents  rousing and mating to dispense a thrill of slaughter unfamiliar in the world adhered
Bulls of the Bashnian terror at wake in the armpits of my soul

Yet still i rise

Invade demonic refugitic strategy taking course in the undisciplined tragic and erroneous leave  of Sherpard
A gang of mispelled dead unknown to the human in the gathered usher of church dealings

Yet still i rise

they give birth to a vice ridden gnome of secular definitive knows
i seared a conscious in an attempt to make glorious a melody of unhighlighted bliss

Yet still i rise

since the days have begun i have begun to end.

Picture Perfection.

 A mirror of NOW.

A disciple of Fashion.

Forsake Diplomacy.

Sabastian

Hacked.

A Peruvian farm handjob

Peruvian back room a servants quaters
Peruvian disclosure
Peruvian attics
Peruvian ally
Peruvian gas masks
Peruvian galley hawks
Peruvian wordsmith
Peruvian villas
Peruvian tanks
Peruvian fillers
Peruvian farm
Peruvian gawker
Peruvian alley
Peruvian tendance

created calling unto the created to outcry to the Creator

Its  running to the waters
Its exalting at sea

Not messing with you was my best deed. -ASAP Rocky

Sub-standard.

Its a bitch.

They Do Not Call Him, He Comes.

A blown kiss from Him.

From the mouth of children.

"Wow, you look/are beautiful."

"Thanks"

The uprising happening within me.

Everything is wrong.

Preposition.

The second seemed waited upon
The moment carried weight of a mass counting

I never got to the point of manning you

I guess that never counted.

It was bizzare as the night took precedence the language of anonymous encounter overweighed the stuation and the next thing i know im in  his quaters

No one knew what they were doing yet the night we knew what it beckoned

We never so much as touched each other but we managed to mesh genetalia

Created crying out to the created saking the causes of idolatary and turning intimacy into a preposition.

Jesus!

Prepositioned Sex.

Karl Lagerfeld.

"What they called freaky gawky unusual and weirdo freak what they deemed un-natural and FREAK

He called UNIQUE and BEAUTIFUL"


-Kimora Lee Simmons on Karl Lagerfeld
Paraphrased.

Damn.

They talked about the future. Enlivening each other.

Triggered.

Its all been said.

We shared a meal and we said goodbye.

I couldn't say bye but you couldn't say stay
There is no reconcile where our desires meet
It or you we don't know and we can't know unless there has been successive mediation between what you want and what i need.
We far and bridging the gap is at no ones account.
Its today that i  knew that to each other we lost


We weren't consumed i  guess?

Thanxxx for the meal. My first date.


Zeal for your house consumes me.

Destiny he is so Drunk, Yet maybe...

Maybe thats how you meant.

Yet of course how it was to be

That maybe how it consummates

It may not live in normalcy or "as planned"

It may not exist in the pre-maditated

It my not live in assumption

That is how its to be done

Capped out of consciousness

Eliminated concious

Sedated morality

Shortened gauge

Disallowed judgements and

No reserve arguable and unspecific 

Loose

Destiny maybe you meant it to be wrong.

I'll never know but what i do know is doing it right felt preparing for a fuller more consummate you, Oh Destiny. my Destiny.

That was nice.

Secret Place.

The games WE play.

My body all over your body. Your body all over my body.

Bodies

Skin on Skin

Touched, He touched me. I touched Him

Contact

Its just SEX.

Passion Lust Longing and Desire. I never knew you.

 The games WE play.

Relief in Anonymity

Where are the voices?

He said my Name for the first time.

When i knew  When heard your wars and rumours of wars
I enlightned I eureked
Its laid bare and simple
I heard what sounded like a new sound
You gave me new ears this day
I heard the whispers of dark alleys in resound of gongs renewed my hearing to deep mysteries laid open in park central New York.
I gave myself and you returned the favor.
I rehash it in writing yet know it in life.

How you love me is to say to me your sex.

The Word became flesh.

You went into dephts and i knew the height of where it could or lives.

I heard the sound of Angels roar I heard a rumour. Substance.

I never dreamed you'd leave in Summer.

Vanish.

Sobriety. For the girl with the bottle, @Vamos

I did let her know
I tld her in miles
I wrote her a poem
I inscribed a prescription
I meant to cll it ws the wire that broke
That mammal sx of fierce retouching
I never sent you away we just never crossed that way
I revisit you in Gorgia that Summer w spent it was always with yu in one day
We saw te laves grow and ran to the pools and ate the bread of friends
It was all in cndour
We could have loved it just was inconsistant
I left you in Summer and called in Autumn
I saw you in Spring again and we will know when in Winter.
You said syllables and forgot texts were sort and short sapnned but it irritates the novelist to suppose romance
You forgot that day that I too am you and that's when had to in your terms vanish

Forgotten perfumes and emotions left to linger had you in miirorr obsessions and kept you in longing briefings.

You can't but say... It was all a dream and that you will forever be.

great heights

Known to dephts and searched in al spheres
It recurred s anightmare in plain sght
Tested tressess ad voyage haunts keep in sclusion the litim of verbs
Seen in sght sought order to tlley the lst in minor sctors ad imagined horoscopres
Seeing the future and envision lasts in Masons lughter
I rebel to the last stroke t hve te pleasure of pen not rach the stride of frgot mmoirs to wich it eicates in eulogy the small brisk of sa airs and wares. All it could do was remain listless. HE HAS NO CHOICE.

"You have no choice" Peter said.

Bravery says otherwise.

Beaten to no choice.

"Never been inlove" Christian asked. "No I haven't" .

Never been inlove, well a love without love terrible -Christian

No!, being on the street terrible -Satine

Wha love is a many splendored things, love lifts us up where we belong all you need is love. -Christian

A girl has got to eat - Satine

All you need is love - Christian

Or she'll end up on the street - Satine

All you need is love - *Love lifts us up where we belong where eagle flies on mountain height* Christian Singing

Let's fall inlove...Please, He said!

I can't Christian I said.

I cannot fall inlove. Oh Jesus! I can't Christian.

She stepped out of the boat. Showed Courage and got her gold.

Dogma

Thinking everyone wants you.

Top Please.

Orchastrated eEncounter.

Divine Sex.

I'm his salvation and he doesn't even know it.

"He's my salvation and he doesn't even know it" -Christina Ricci Prozac Nation. Salvation of sexes.

We rescued each other. -Kirsty.

The face-wipe.

We worlds apart.

Mind YOUR OWN business.

Hospittal beds.

P

He satisfied MY soul. He made ME whole.

His household I bare.

John Galliano

Eden

Alexander McQueen.

I found Him > Gone.

'NSYC - Gone.

Poetic sounds of babies and children.

Therein there is refuge.

The presence of anonymity.

So sex infested and laundromat orientated why can it not just be a hello and a hi to another days meeting it all has to live in such a host of the secret pass and the hidden longing i bet it will turn into a valley of silenced notions a reaching the depths of UN-mentioned passes... that we forget on certain days how to associate with the constructs of our humanity. let go of scarecrow and forget the rat snatch im here and have been here to be a guide and hologram of existing bayous.

Thanxxx for the memories

Besieged by the thought of you i have come.

"Tomorrow wear a dress" she said.

"I will" I replied. She will hunnybunch I will.

When he ceased to follow then I learnt Disappearance.

Put Death on Desire.

Death by Desire.

Forwardness recieves a "NO"

He gave up the fight.

My mouth & Prayer.

The Pastors wife.

Erotica

I've met a sailor once in my life.

God bless The Child.

Then he's gonna call me a coward,Jesus

If,I don't.

Shut up and Dance, you.

He said.

Gay Angels.

Gays kill themselves, I Know - why?

They are forsaken.

2006 - 2014

No one was there No one cared No one inquired No one sought out No one is there still No one cares still No one inquires still AND... No one cares even today No one not one says, HOW ARE YOU?

He looked at him and loved him.

In that moment we loved each other I pressed him against me,savouring Amazed to relish Then he came and all of the suddden I lacked We've never seen each other since. But! For that moment of ... We loved.

What happened in that CHURCH?

Future Celebrities.

Pure substance.

She lost all nerve
She forgot restraint

She saught and found
She opened the door and was welcomed
She laid her efforts bare

At the end of the day she had nothing to lose

She was welcomed celebrated and pleased.

The Open doors of Shame.

The question of Androgyny.

I had to give that emotion.

Its tongues descending and tails waging.

Its begging to be done.

Its revolutions culminating and boiling point marches

Its seizing and indoctorable

It was an emotion had to give.

Its the moment to which all answer to.

Its an emotion had to give.

The ... of  my androgyny.

M. Res

She put a burden on me
Making me carry a milestone
She sets the origination at my gate
She puts all the indescretion at my lap
She puts all the work of fireworks at my ignite
She puts all the specials and species in my take away bag
I did the deed idid the acts idid the shenanegans that originate in his mind



Basically im his private and all its findings.

I was 17.


I'm The Toilet humour.

Confidentiality: A Love belonging to strangers.

I set the clock to the time i have you in mind
I seem to forget what it was that meant to happen
Confidentiality or something lke it
I seized or set  the gaze we share and drive to you the emotion I presume.
Can never take back the mate fiends or just fiends of our kinetics.

I love the stranger you are when we share confidentiality

Its a love belonging to strangers.

Bold Love.

The Freedom We Know.

GLBT.

Freedom!!!

Where is your mother?

Psychiatric

I FINK YOU FREAKY

He put it inbetwixt thighs.

THE POWER OF 1.

So

Gatecrashed a wedding
Gatecrashed Church
Gatecrashed residential homes X3
Gatecrashed yeah well where haven't i?
Man's dorm room

Let's just STOP. Nonetheless...


THE POWER OF 1.

They are so ready.

Sparks

A touch suffices.

I wanna look IMPOSSIBLE when you see me. Should you ever see me again.

He hid the truth, Turned his back to shun the frontal confront.

They know.

My sisters voice is like the wind.

St. Tropez

St. Barths

Islands Remotes Far or unreached

Reminds me The Beach with Leonardo DiCaprio and Tilda.

She's deaf you see mute even  so i hear winds with her sirens.

Spiritists.

Sodomy.

I smelled the sacrificial offering upon which the scent aroma is a beautiful thing.

It costs.

I saw that beautiful Land of...

I said "I love you" to Pakistan.

I made it a dream.

In the rurality or rural town rather of Africa amidst the brushels covering the "city" performed or made rather act of pleasure. Synonymous with West L.A or something like it

As write this long for Jerry O'Connell

I Ushered Him.

Pure Oblivion, yeah no it was great.

I assumed him into my depths.

We never forget the women
She keeps us dreaming
For her I push myself harder

-John Galliano.

He crowned me.

I wish I was HER.

You navigate me.

For a second there I felt a need to be...

Rescued.

A "Love You" to a stranger.

We needed each other
For some reason I came or knew myself to you
We needed each other
Lost in te wonder of un-focused or erred gaze
I saw a past knew could create
We needed each other
I knew you as a stranger, i loved you
And told you so
I needed you You grappled with me
I needed you You sought my mirage

I love you and told you and for a second
We knew each other

I never could have let you go


Strangers love.

There's a lost speed.

The racism in Africa is alive, more alive than Alaska Thunderfuck on RuPauls Drag Race. Jesus Christ!

Its everything I hate.

The Church The People there The doctrine The so called Sherpards feel like klling myself. I did it all so right, now trapped by all the wrongness of being there. As a gay man As a Spiritist as a creature or ... its all hate.

M. Grant, Thank You for Jesus.

Everything I hate I found it at the very place I was told to go to.

Every person every (I'm not even gonna write it)

I regret ever going to meet with Christian people.

Why is everything so wrong

I can't see a way out
Its all so closed in
Its captivity.
I can never seem to be
I am within myself without
I am not coping

You do everything right and you welcome everything wrong.
Its where you suppose to be ending up where you should have never been

I HATE THE CHURCH.

Its 06:09pm in New York City.

You no good for me boy.

Full Moon Eyes

Hissing at the moon
Making double hands plans

The full moon is in her eyes.

Quicksilver.

Paced borough met him in Staten Island came aong to his ride knew not of his ability t confound relapse again and aain to his vigour and his indescrete feel his pulse taken aback by his wim and know how knew it was long before knew its short value keep relapsing to his bratwurst can't eem to say to him wat ithink when he stands in numbing the sense of judment. I Hear His Voice and on my knees go.

Losing my my sense of self, HELP!

Losing my my sense of self, HELP!

Losing my my sense of self, HELP!

Losing my my sense of self, HELP!

He thinks he is doing an art.

I ran to the waters

You terrify me with your lies.

2009 Enigma

There is no part of my body he doesn't want.

Abandon.

Nakedness at the beach for 26 years.

We long to live naked.

Stranded

We stood tere both of us stranded
We both were at the place of where we wanted
We weren't with who we wanted
Do something he'd say
I don't know what
We were there but not with who we wanted
The language lost reason where reason to act failed
Standing there unpulverised rock beckoning for servitude
And me not knowing what to d with it simply cause it wasn't the scenario
I'd imagined, He stood there stranded with me hopeless
And directionless as how to proceed with te protocols of this
Anonymous meeting.

Anywhere

Take away myself to be taken by yur so called ipleasure you c't have a lnguage you never taught or defy a egime you didn't build. you tke the curse of raiway exit and findings made of those articulations yu do not know. You build me  prison in my cptivity and create a dungeon for my paralysis. Mom thought you knew btter tan ty to take afreedom had no idea was gaining. You re trying to sppress my libery and cage the bird ve set free by locking in te emotions of expession

Don't hate me so


Give me freedom or give me death, you want me to die.

Change

State of being

That needs to change.

Trigger

Trigger him.

I stood at catacomb right wings and took in the assence of spirits lurking within my conciousness little to realize that it all would soon be over in cold frightened stagnate emmission of disppropriatey.

I went on like this till saw the dawn.

He crowned me.