Amid good progress, sleep.
Call for attachment at the mouth.
It's enough that power appears always as jokes,
An awful hidden, and daunting, reserve.
Be hearted. Ink me in Sin.
Did you forget our family's past?
Has it ebbed from observation?
How does patience end a clever life?
How will you go in a daze?
Alive, a vaginal pink masterpiece,
Later you might just score.
Notice etiquette and around it,
Test our will, call me beautiful.
She is soft, then we seem apart.
Always we question how,
The night bird uses past childhoods
To sleep, have him at night.
Mama's song impulsing soft perfect drugs.
Investigate peace.
You'll walk some. Then eat.
If children grip society,
empower your subject.
Learn dear daughter with grace.
Get facts and draw mad men.
Paint creeping in from aggressive rules.
Feel the perfume behind each laugh,
It's why she comes.
A crazy sister, her horny double,
lifts your raging wife.
In a tedious ancient formality.
Belief when smoke calls.
Angered, though pleasant,
the original companion was not a bird.
or see phobias as phoebes.
Dude, now she murmurs about rain,
about the grand river.
