Human needs, beyond humankind’s gr… an interest sought upon thought’s… consciousness, mind’s ethereal hei… mulishly craves, life’s fragile qu… intentionally mind’s quoins’ impos…

The waning world yet slowly turns, around it’s blazing sun it sorely… nation’s whim, turned alee again, weakness trends, as wonting strife… moment tossed in each mind’s torme…

Clever word’, work’, and worth’ Tricks to urge, that converge, ind… TO FORM THAT OR THIS DIR… Clever smiles across the miles of… Of shit each wage earner eats dail…

Let the door to my heart be unlocked as feelings that I once

In My Heart I have to be good to be kind and opened helpful, truthful, respectful friendly, sincere, and polite...

Go on, go on and fall to your knee… do not pretend, that you are afrai… Pleasuring me… Yes, do go and get your mandrake a… that black kettles fire…

webs above, on which the spider ro… woven threads which my mind’s eye… spaced as perfected natural geomet… to clasp tight to one’s unsuspecti… Yes, it is a great big web;

Pure sands beneath my feet, tide’s taste at my bare toes; on stretch of pristine beach, I watch lone sunset’s lull; here within my universe,

Surrender mind, down on two knees, feeling so very randy; thought focused, homing on, flesh as sweet as tasty candy; eyes, watch quivering lips,

In law; not her, the subornation o… Is a “crime”… from the “swearing o… to tell the truth in a legal proce… be it spoken or written.” See where IAM going with this?

“Generals gathered in their masses just like witches at black masses” 2014 midterm nightmares gleaning middle states bleed, from neo-conn… brown shirted, bragging haters lea…

I understand, not much; or plenty of understanding that which is und… an understatement; really! To unde… that which is under stated; unders… or ball cap, or ball sack, or gunn…

scream out your wanting, lips for a taste teasing and taunting no need for haste moon light’s reflection

Mystics, moderates, minutia, and m… Moping matter mopping mops Mulling, muttering mouthing, monks Maybe, might be; motely motors Muddy mundane morbid modems

I’ll never know thought rekindling waning truth when darkness whispers