Monday, September 24, 2018

mutton

Roast Mutton
5-26-18

Testing blue pen
It works for me for our kaliadescope laser
Anything sounds good at five in the morning
Pure like the sugar to add to my drink as decadence really makes me think
As to waylay with manic shouting and hopes for many more outings
All for the jailer pain tough baby as the city of Gid is taken
And Billy the Kid is shaken
As we hail them all for my brilliant image of the rooster inside information
Hear that train for instant gratification as one of the servants of the king
Dream machine miles away as clouds erupt and I keep all hunger and thirst
Fear me not behold I am a Lamanite
Putting on the roast mutton as I hit the reset button....





On The Playground
5-26-18

All for barrels out of bond
To the point where one cannot respond in queer lodgings
Flies and spiders I have started my epistle again
As to prod and propel the pen in several minor inadequacies
I saw her on the playground for the first time
Yesterday to blow my fifty bucks on shellfish
By no means selfish
Born unto a woman a fire had smokebreaks my bad
Having been corrected to well rehearse and not to neglect
You do according to our desires as only sick have need of a physician
All for the profit of the jeweled our blind ambition
Taking up Vadinsky for the cause of inspiration
O, would you think it odd our injection
Of the One God......





On Alma 55:13
5-26-18

Come portent of great significance
and first aqcuaintence of hobbit-lore
O, what is it all for in Colby Jack ballads
And provolone jams
We do according to our desires
And we tell each other about what we have found
In that we've been around
And all those of their children on their knees
For the towers' crutch where we shake that apple tree
Taking miracles to decode this where a first and foremost note is added
To the compilation in the Red Book of Westmarch
Our fugitive from Merif making the devil dance
In the time of Cholera we find it afresh
Entering Eneber praising for the wicked pleasant to our taste
Make not haste
Taking of our vine and Lord freely.....






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