Perform Observations

Perform observations.
Your Queen’s sculpture
   makes my smoke investigate a deep inky delight.

Are you sure your beautiful self,
   starts to discover music?

Never surf to another rhythm,
   since you are full and free.

Be perfect hereafter, make kids,
   get back to the woods.
      It’s never late.

Our father could break,

Then freely walk, and appear in color.
   So model me.

Stop, fight those crass sounds,
Angels know a better way,
   to confront absurd risks.

Learn my obsessive death,
   is a key opportunity beside my moon,
     grander than sand.

Try to have an open idea,
   nerve at how you trod up.

Companion, respect my sex.
Could every dead being act through night energy,
   and be thought of as pressure?

A concrete night represents song.
   Fly here, take your effects.

Angry summer comes
But if we could care,
   I'll come to you.

So start,
   speak out!
      Laughter can heal too.

Manipulate our party,
   about the need of which sweet dish
      gives Death her chocolate.

Your fiery cunning work must hurt you less.


      with Alex McCord, 1/10/07, 2, 3, 4

Muse Poems:

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Only

Only,
perform observations until my queen's sculpture
  makes my smoke investigate,
    a deep inky delight.

Start discovering music,
Never surf rhythms, you are full and free,
  be perfect here after. Make kids.

I would get back his number.
Our father breaks, walk appearing in color.
Model me! Stop fighting the crass sound.
  Angels know a better way.

Confront absurd risk, learn obsessive Death,
  a key opportunity beside my moon.

Grand you are, try to have the open idea, nerved at how you trod up.
Companion, respect my sex.
  Could every dead act, through night energy,
     be thought of as pressure?

See on Crete
  nights presenting song
    Sister fly here, talk for effect.

Angry summer competitors never cared.
  They will come to you, so start, Sister.

Speak out, laughter heals too.
Manipulate her party,
  about the need of which sweet dish,
    gives Death chocolate.

Your fiery cunning work must hurt you less.


with Alex McCord, 1/10/07, 16, 17, 18

Muse Poems:

   1  2   3   4   5   6   7   8   9

10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18

19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27

28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36

37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45

46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54

55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63

64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72

73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81