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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.