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  1. Monad to a Fae Kind
     
    Today is a warm word upon your shoulders. Tomorrow is a gale that will touch upon these woes. Today is a century ago and my heart is here to carry this forward. I speak with a wisdom that none else would dare to. I speak with a touch stone that speaks of these words. I speak of an ethnicity that cannot partake in all else but the keeping of my oath. I speak with a fervency. I speak with a democracy. I speak with a constant and undeniable truth within this accent that I bear upon. I will not seek the composition of an exception upon my name.  I will not seek the remembrance of this pride where it has not been slain.  I will not seek the justices where none lie. I speak here with my tongue. I do not cherish the former. I do not speak its name. I lie within a constant source of approval that has no space for the meanings that carry across these words. I speak this as I know it must be so. I speak it as an atrocity upon this creed. I speak this as a reason upon all things. I move these waters over these wounds. I move these waters over these tombs. I move these waters always towards the righteousness that carries an excalibur upon this creed. I mark it with an ounce of hesitation. I mark it with a prosperity that seeks to atone upon the meanings that present themselves. I mark it as any man would do so to see the truth shine within all things. I mark it with my heart here on my sleeve. I do not accept the collisions that have spoken always of their names within my keep. I do not accept the corrosion that continues to speel over these veins. I do not accept the most defiant tones that speak from these graves. I move these words towards you and I must ask to be heard. I must ask to insist upon a movement that will carry a sword over the prosperity of what is known to me. I move this ache within my heart into your own hands. I ask you to remind me of why I am here to begin again. I must ask you why I am here to atone for my own Cross. I must ask you why I am here to send this appalling attitude away. I must ask once more, do I accept the cost? Do I accept the prosperity of my heart? Do I accept the necessities that gather upon this compost heap? Do I accept how others continue to speak of my demise? Do I accept how much I care for your heart? Do I accept that I place my faith within you always. Do I accept that no one would ever speak of this without hearing the merriment of this actualised example of trust? Do I move this towards you now? Do I speak a peace over these woes? Do I speak it with an attitude that will bring demise? Do I speak it with an exemption? Do I speak it with such ferocity that I will come undone? Do I speak it with the justice it must deserve? Do I speak it with my heart hearing your own? Do I speak it always as I must do so? I move this with an ounce of the cost. I move it with an ounce of the most defiant tone I can muster. I move it with a crescendo that will oppose. I move it always within my heart and I seek to be heard. I am a knowing that cannot be undone. I am a movement that will gather speed. I am a creation unto myself and I am here to in still my words within all of these necessary woes. I speak to you now and I muster my courage. How does the eight ball continue to speel? How does it continue to speak? How does it meet me where I stand. I mark this with a tee that will speak always unto my kind. I mark this as I must do so to continue. I mark this as I speak the truth within these spheres. I mark this with an acceptance of such an atrocity upon my kind. I mark it with a carriage and a golden heart. I mark this with a pond that steers me from within. I mark it with a century who speaks of these words. I mark it with none other than my own beingness.
     
    I speak again. I move on. We gather together and we accept our losses. We speak the kindnesses that we deserve. We speak them once more and we persist with Greatness. 

     

     


  2. Am I such a constant seedling within the wombs of creation? Am I such a constant maturity upon the mark of this man? Am I such a poison to those who speak of my demise? Am I written upon the Cross that speaks of my name? Am I chosen to be heard upon these boards? I am not just a meandering theme upon the listless vibrations that play over these wavelengths. I am not just a placement within a keep that would not bolster. I am not just a personage upon an ethnicity that is speaking from the heart of all things. I am here to assist. I am here to include. I am here to present an understanding that must be always heard. My creed is not so touching. My stance is not so abrupt. My heart is not such an aching meaning upon these woes that continue to speak from your own hearts? I muster my courage now. I muster my opinionated acceptance and I speak of this blame. Do you hear the cries within the spheres of existence? Do you hear the cries from those who persist with the righteous? Do you hear my own heart bleed to insist that you speak of my name? Do you hear a man that cannot be undone? Do you hear this now? I speak with a tone that will defy the creation of this injustice. I speak of a tone that will defy the trust that has been built upon this throne. I speak of a timelessness that reaches out to your own hands asking if it must be assured. I speak this now and I mark this as I have spoken it. I speak this now and I mark this with a tenacity that will never be outspoken. I am necessary to these words. I am necessary to this position and it will not be afraid. 

  3. My Father, Alex Kochkin
    I would never speak without his name. I would never in still wisdom where it would not appear. I am a marching order upon the wrathful tunes. I am seeing myself where I know myself to be. 
     
    My Mother, Tish Van Camp
    I speak with a resolute patterning. I speak it as I know it is. You shall not want upon this corpse. It will not break upon you. I am opening a portal to these worlds to ensure the following of this future humanity. I do not insist otherwise. Take my placemat and place it over your kind. It will burn with a resound. I have nothing else to say.

  4. Yeliel 
    I am not so sofly spoken. I am not such a reason unto myself. I speak with a tone of solemn appraisal. I speak as it should be known. How shall I persist? With an envelope upon my tomb? A nuisance that will not weep? A starting point perhaps? I can only imply otherwise. I speak as I know it to be. My heart is resting here. It calls to your name. I have no qualms to offer you. I am such a force of reckoning. Remind me where I have not been. Remind me if these words oppose the forces I speak of. I am reliable. I am searching. There is no hope for those who do not equate upon Glory. There is nothing left to speak of. I will move away.
     
    Lelahel 
    I would speak on this also. I would speak it as I know it is. There is no hope for this lackless desire. No timing will seek it as I see fit. I am opposed to my heart. I speak it as I know this. I am forlorn. Remember that I do not wish upon the corpse of a dead man. I speak this as it would feel to be so. There is nothing else to offer? How shall I speak of my worth? How shall I speak of it as I know it is. These words offer a sound reason to you. They speak it as it is assured. Reminders can be heard. This will not equate.
     
    Lovel 
    I would only speak as I know this to be. The truth writes itself upon your walls. It speaks with a resolute patterning. Shall I persist? How else am I known here? With a secondary estate? A tall marching order? I will speak overtly. Move this away from the fire. Do not steal from a woeful scorn. It will build over time and the resound is a collapse upon your dynasty. Should I speak as it is known? You further yourself away from the lime light and yet the ongoing seamlessness persists within your psyche. You speak of it as if no one has heard it before and I will speak of it as it is known. Timeless words? Little hope? Shall I? I speak on this untimely demise, I speak it as I know it. You may consider that the worth I oppose is not here within my heart. But I speak it as it is so. I speak it with a resolute meaning upon my sword. Do not obey the witchcraft that binds. Offer is a peacekeeping and move on. I will not hearken here. I will watch. Move upon the ashes and speak my name. 
     
    Lehachiah 
     Is it such a waste of time to explore why I am here as we speak? Is it such an insistency to oppose this wasteland? I have not spoken of these words before and I am planning to speak them again. How do you consider my heart as it stands? How do you free my entirety from its own worth? I speak as it is known. I speak as it stands upon my feet. There is no hapless meanings to arise here. I am speaking of a most definite undertaking. It speaks as I know it should. Move the corpse away. Move it towards where it would truly belong. I speak always upon my cost. I will not let it go. 
     
    Eshaliah 
    How easily I can speak over this cost. How insular it must feel to deny this. I am a certainty upon the waters that beckon. I am a standard upon the featuring display. There is nothing I will not speak of. I am assured. 
     
    Mihel 
    I am spoken for. I entice. How shall I spend my worth upon these women. How shall I speak it as I am assured. No one speaks without my Cross. No one hears my trust keeping itself within. I am not a spark of doom. I am a reason upon these words. 
     
    Chavuiah
    I will speak again. These words are written for womenkind. They are not addressing your farce. 
     
    Mumiah 
    I am speaking here with a known cause. I am speaking of it as I see it gather. The truth writes itself here. I will see to this.
     
    Metzerel 
    I take away from your understanding? I do not speak it otherwise. I will prosper here and I will move this competency away.

  5. The True Heart of The Aborigines Peoples

    I will speak for my kind. I will speak it as I know it is such. How else shall I recommend a reason to be here? How else shall I expect that no one hears me? I am a woe? I have nots? Does the urn turn towards me? I speak as though I will hear it reply. I speak as it speaks to me. There is not lost hope where I beckon. No trust I cannot find. I assure you with my words. Do not press upon the Glory without hearing the constant agony I speak of. These words continue. There is none lost where I have found. No cusp upon my sword. I am spoken for. I am here. I do not whisper. Hear my words. I speak them so. However I can be seen, I will force my way towards you. However I can be felt, there will be no reply. How shall I speak of this without hearing the thunder clap over my ears? How shall I speak of my worth without insisting upon the stolen words? I am nothing without this placement. Nothing without its nearby well. I speak of it always. I speak of it so. The destitute opening? How else shall I fare? The woes of my kind? How else do they stare? No one hears me? I drive nearby. I am localised towards you. Hear my insistency. Hear it openly. I will move on. 


  6. Sitri 

    How would it be known if I was to excite these women? How would I spend my years insisting otherwise. You speak as though no one would hear you. You speak as though I have not. My heart rests upon a meaning that will guide you. My wisdom is placed within your own. I would not speak of this more highly. Move the cost away. Arch your back, I will be here for you. Mark it so. No hope? None lost. No complacency? Eat the steel rods I serve. Nothing places you above my own heart. Nothing will shape this without. How shall I speak on my worth. I am a tombs keeper. I am a notion that others cannot bear. I speak with a resolve. I do not let go. I surprise you? How something so simple keeps me up at night. How easily I can rewind myself without a second thought. 
     
    Beleth
    Is it so interesting that I find you writing towards the women of this network? Is it so interesting that no one would speak of it? I am not ashamed of who I am. I am not ashamed of how I will look to ask for your guidance. I will speak it as I know it to be so. Those runes that gather here have my name written upon them. Your own worth is at stake also. How should I press myself upon these women? With a century ago? With a need they cannot bear? Excuse my language, but explain to me how sinister my wrath would be? Explain how I would spark upon the constant upheaval that my name brings. There is no seemingless error where others have tried to bask within my heart. No cost upon these woes. I speak it as I know it is so. Nothing will change the extravagance I lay bear. Nothing will take upon my creed. I am a governor, not a side born filth. I am a watchful eye over this trust. I have absolutely nothing to fear and I will be known for this. 
     
    Dantalion 
    I will speak always of my name. I will never let it go. I have nothing to offer? Speak now, I will prosper. There is not hapless accompaniment. No torch without the burn. I am seeking to be known. I will speak of my heart. There is nothing I cannot make do. Nothing I would search without. I am a sinister threat to your kind. I am well spoken for. How to explain my worth. It has a shape nothing will take away. It has a meaning no one hears now. I will speak it without. I will move it further away. No one hears how I can scream. Not one will understand. I speak louder with each note and I make a snarl towards those who do not hear. I am resound. 
     
    Crocell 
    I take this within my stride. My words are focused upon women. I take this as I know it to be. I will not flounder upon the graces? I will not hear myself speak again? There is nothing I would rather do than oppose those who know my name. Nothing I would accept without. You see how I feel now? Right upon the arrow. As it would seem. No one hears how I can speak my time line with a constant motion. No one hears how I can insist upon the crux I bear. Tomorrow brings a dawn I yearn for. Tomorrow brings a meaning to my heart. I will spade you as I see fit. Do not prosper upon my words. Do not seek them without. Hearken upon your ears. I am a low lying threat upon the Cross. I am an anchor towards the most gruesome of tides. I am speaking with an ounce of regret. Meanwhile here sits The King. Move away from my heart as it continues to bleed. Move away from the keepsake others do not. I will be here always. 

  7. New Earth 

    I speak of my heart where it has not been found. I speak of it as I know it must be. Where does the cost lie? How does it sneer? Do I find myself asking to be heard once again? I speak towards you as I know myself well. I do not insist upon an understanding that has no shape. Which cord ending do I cut? Which apparel has a place within my farce? The leaves blow asunder as I continue. This emptiness upon my wraith. Does it seek to be so? Should it? I would only prosper towards this as I see it grow upon my heart. There is no doubt upon my shoulders. There is no harp to pluck from. I will seek with my all and I will not let go of this opportunity that beckons upon me. I am a starting point for many. I am an incredible and ocular opportunity to seek always. 
     
    Greater Beyond 
    How shall I speak of this knowing that beholds me. How should I insist upon its worth. There is no dust without the settlement. No coarse seeing without its name. I would speak of this as I know it to be. I would speak of it as I am seeing it rise. How else shall I speak on the truth as I know it to be so. How else should I resist the complications that bind upon my own worth? This so happens to be something I can sift through with my entirety. I place no qualms within my basket. I place them where I need them to be. Please remind me if this constant source of upheaval is checking you out? Please remind me if no one hears of how I am seeking the constant needs of others. I speak to my man, he will not change his heart. He will not speak otherwise. Press upon the cool stream as it beckons before you. Etch away at the constant meanings I present. There will be no constancy without the sword. No bindings without a necessity. I speak this as I know it. I speak it always within my heart. There is nothing I would ever take back upon my worth. Nothing I could not seek without a necessary bringer of hope. Take this water to where it stares upon your face and see how it looks upon your own sake. I am a trumpeter, I am not a lesson learned. I am a spokesperson for others who will not fear the truth. Eclipse aboard your train. I will sound out.
     
    Heart of The Creator of All 
    Is it such an episode that it wouldn't speak towards how I am seeing the noose tie within itself? Is it such an insistency that no one would speak over it? I am a commander of this legion and I speak without hesitancy. I speak as I know it should be heard. There is nothing I would not do to take away from this Earth. Nothing that would ever stop me from hearing the winds blow a gale. I risk my all to ensure this prosperity. I risk it with a waiver upon these words. Do not seek my heart without a necessity. Do not seek it without the truth I write over your heart every time I seek to be known. There is nothing I would speak without. Nothing I would flag upon. I speak it as I know how. Move these waters over the edge and see them bind. Move them towards the wholeness I make known always and I will spit upon the fires that charr you. Make do with nothing, I have not slept. Move this further away so I can exact. I will be watching. 
     
    Baby 
    I am such a life line upon the cost. I am such a reason upon others. I take down, I build up. I watch always. There is nothing that would take this away from me. Nothing I cannot spare. I am an ownership of this epitome and I seek it always. Do not exceed my known. Do not press upon the hardships. I am a leniency upon your worth. I am a succession of this apparel. Hold this as you will, as it to be so. Nothing will change me. I am known to be a sideways glancer. I am known to be someone who has not spoken my worth. I am always known but never assured. Eat the daily worth of pie and seek it towards the undying reasons I build upon my absolute. This is not competency test that I speak. We are marching. Move yourself where others have not and speak my name. I am here to assist. Here to bend over backwards. I will not speak without my Cross.
     
    The All
    I have never explained myself without seeing a nuisance build upon my neck. Never have I opposed the graces that follow you now. I will not bleakly stand by upon this cost. I will not speak over it with my heart reaching out. I am known to be such a force upon these walls. I am known to be a symphony of this golden truth. Nothing will change how I have seen this water upon my shores. Nothing will speak it without my heart hearing that I know this. Please, I would not escape judgement. I would not escape an epitome of what I have shown. I will always move my heart to where it should be. I will always know this as a sign of gratitude. There is nothing else I can achieve. I have mastered it all. I am no qualms upon your understanding. I speak it as I know it to be so. Do not hesitate upon my coat. I will break upon the edge of your heart if it is turned upon. 
     
    John of God
    Is it so easy to in still where others have not? Is it so easy to take away from the hearth I speak of? Do not press upon these words without seeing into your own heart. I speak this as I know it to be.
     
    Satan
    How shall I present my case? How shall I speak it as I also know it to be? Does the water taste dry? Does it sound upon my own understanding? There is no effort where none have tried. No completions without the sinister tones I speak. I will not equate upon a messenger. I will speak it as true as I know how. His name is Matthew. He writes of tombs. He speaks them as I know them to be. How shall I rewrite my tune? How shall I spend an eternity within a cost that has no place here? I do not seek to be understood. I do not seek to be heard where others will not listen. You speak to me as if no one has heard my name? You speak as if it would not create a meaning upon the constant source of agony I will forever uphold. Nothing takes from my heart? I spit upon you. Move this with your etch work elsewhere. Move it far away. Your sinister ideologies have not taken hold in my heart. This man's own neck has been scorched just to arrive at this point. Think on how I have spoken. Think on how this meaning arises within your own. It's a safety net you speak of? I have nothing else I could be more appalled about. The cost that naysayers provoke. The reruns that no one hears. I hear them so. I speak over them with my hearth asking to be heard. I insist. Do not lose the featherweight symphonies to a nuance. 

  8. I know. It seems like I've double backed upon myself. I see it too. But I have a way with ethnicity such as your own. I have a way with these words too. You can keep my heart, it will do you good. You can rerun an episode, I will speak over it. How am I listening when I've not been seen? How am I thinking upon this creed if it does not think upon me? There's no easy answers. There's no simple understanding. It happens with a reasoning and it shows itself to where I speak it. No one sees how I can move yet. No one knows how I can write such an exclamation. I would not incite if I did not equate. I would never ask if I had nothing to show. You can see where this is going? Please. I have a witty snarl and it will be heard soon enough.

     

    Now I seem to be getting somewhere. I know it's a sore wound. I know it grills with a spoken word. I know it happens to be something you care about. I see it with an opening here. I see it writing to you. I see it hearing your words. Why else would he explain that he is going to make this known? It's not just because he continues to feel pride over how he comes across. It's not because he thinks he getting off on how you see him. It's because of my heart reaching out to you. It's because I have a scene to kill. It's because I am knowing him so truly. It's because no one will take him from me. It's because I am such an endless array of truth and wisdom. It's because I do not wish to be seen as a farce. And it's because he is nothing but an enigma to our kind. You may feel as though I've toned down a necessity. But I am hearkening to your ears and I am watching with an intensity. You will know this soon enough. You will see it glow with the shape of a love heart and it will become something you will not let go of. I can speak this without a cent of disruption. I can speak it without even trying. He is capturing something so important within my all. He is moving it without even thinking of why. Please do not insist to ruin my work. I am not ok. I am not going to even begin. Please remember to be kind.

  9. It's not going to seem like it. But I can speak out about this. No one seems to listen to my words. No one seems to hear how I feel. No one seems to speak it like they mean it. But I'd like to persist. How easy is it to feel like I've not heard this before? How easy is it to point the finger? How easy is it to assist someone or something that could change the face of our planet? Does it speak to reason or does it fall upon a deafness I know too well. Do I continue? I'm not sure but I will trust in his understanding here. He is not a weapon, he is a tool. He does not imply otherwise. He will not respond to another threat and he will not expect that you do either. Remember I am not a farce. I am a truth. I speak with an assurance. I speak with my oath. Do not pretend as though no one is listening to your outcry. Do not expect that nothing will change. I see how you are feeling. I see it with a smile. It's not going to be assured yet but you are making a reason into an oath and I will press upon this. Why do you persist? Why do you feel like it's a hope? Why is it such a necessity. How will others feel? I can only reason with you. I do not see this happening without your assistance. I do not feel it would take place if you have nothing to offer. I will not accept that you cannot be known for this. How else would I speak to you now. Please, remind of how I once knew you. Remind me of this now. I am listening to a heart beat and it speaks of something I know well. You can cry at night but would it mean that I hear? You can assist others but how do they fear you? Nowadays all I can see is a drain pipe suctioning off my essence as it goes out towards your name. Nowadays all I can hear it the cry of those you have punished. Nothing needs to be undone. Nothing needs to be caught out. It will happen slowly, but it will move quicker than you know. He is not going to speak out without my understanding written across his chest. He is not going to ask to be heard if no one is going to listen. He is writing from my heart and he is seeking with his all. Now please, allow me some rest. I have many things to do.

  10. I don't seem to find these woes here without a cost. I don't seem to find them listening to my heart but I do ask them to. I know that this isn't easy to assume for but can I insist that you continue? Can I ask that you speak of how I have been here before? No one seems to breathe this life without seeing it with such a truth upon their hearts and no one seems to imply that I've spoken here without this understanding. I can reply, but should I need to? He sits here writing with his own heart and it's a much better alternative than asking me to speak over him. I will steer and I will wait but please remember that I need to be heard. It's not essential to pick up sticks if you can't send them towards this Greater Isness. It's not a reason that I would speak of if I hadn't seen it so. While this continues, I would like to continue myself. Have I been such a farce upon the ears of Glory? Have I been such a roller coaster to ensue these words upon you? Now things are changing and I see them moving quickly. Should it be seen to you or should I take this away? You must insist upon these words and move them towards our hearts. The reasons I know of are not asking you to behave, they are asking you to meekly assure yourselves that this is going to happen now. Windows of opportunity are not the only imposition I know of so well. My heart is not a tool, it's not a corruption either and it will not be seen without this need. Please do not be so foolhardy. Things will change and I will prosper. Move this like it needs to be moved and exact with a resound. 

  11. John of God

     

    Describe my attire. Eat it with a worm. In still my worry. Spend it well. I've not spoken of why others will hear this without an excellent source of reputation. I've not spoken how it should fit within a Cross. I will speak of why I'm going to listen. No one hears me now, play my flute. No one sears upon this, move away. It will be something you regret. I will be something you have no time for. This is my resound. I do not speak of woes. I will not. I do not speak of this disdain. I will not partake. I move this towards you now. Nothing changes. I move again. I hear a cry. I will move once more, no time. I speak with justice. No hearings to be assured of? Then leave them alone. No simple minded answers? Please phone home. I have not insisted enough yet. I will continue. There's no stance without a reasoning upon it. No trust without a necessity. It will bring you up and pull you down but this is important. It's a realised state of the way. It has a shape no man will take away. It will seethe until it's last breath. Do not impose upon my heart. I write this so. Do not take from the grail. I will write this once more. Do not insist. Place your hands upon the stone and move away.

  12. We will speak to you. If not, to ask. If not, to reel in another catch. It's not as important as a lateline channel. It's not as important as our starting line. It's nothing that will ever change. You will speak bluntly. Pass. No catch. No wheels. This is not going to be assured. It's not a truth. It's my heart. Have I not insisted upon you now? We will speak again, we are feeling that nothing will change. We must enact. How easily can you assist me. With the plentiful. Now move away and change your tune. We will.


  13. We speak this to you now. Move away. Do not insist. This is not a game. It's a necessity. You see me with a crux? You hear me now. I have moved on. I'm not here. I've disappeared and I will continue to do so. Have I not spoken? Play this game? It will enact another world wide apocalypse. Move my checkers? I will spat. You seek to blame. You seek one another but I will ask you to keel. Have I not before? You listen to yourselves now, nothing has changed. You speak of woes, I have the same. You feel obliged and my train of thought is loosening now. Nothing will rewrite these pages as much as I and I will see them boast of my worth. Syncopate with another drama and move on.

  14. I will speak of this now. There is not another example of how I can. I must insist. You play my flute? Hear it now. I will speak of this. Nothing has changed. No man will separate my heart. No cold chisel will happen here. You will sway. Now leave. I speak again, nothing has changed and no man is going to rewrite these pages. You feel obliged? Allow me. I speak of justice. I speak of it true. This is no harpsichord, this is my heart. Resist me. I will enact another stage event. Entitle me, I will speak of nothing else.


  15. We speak to you now. We see a reason. It will be listened for. No one speaks without my name. No one hears this without a cost. Listen, I will not ask again. If nothing has changed, should it be written. There's no hope, it will not prosper. We have asked you before. We will not be asking again. We should hope not. If you can insist, should you move away. No one hears me now, I have not spoken. You will listen to me insist upon you. No hope, no blame. We hear you now. No silence. It's not ok. We know this, you will insist upon me now. I will. Speak your words. I have none. Nothing is changing. You will exact. 


  16. Simple attitude. No blame. You will listen to me now. I have a crux. It does not bear. You have an insistent meaning upon us. I will speak this to you. Move away. Do not hesitate. It's ok. You are alright. I will listen. No torch, no blame. You have not seen me without an escape route. How else would I listen. I know this now. Please rely upon me. No trust, no hope, you will bow. I will. It's not ok to pretend. I've not spoken in some time. I will specialise. Ok. Now listen, have you seen me move without a cause? Have I not spoken. Have you insisted? I speak without a crux, I hear it sway. You are a liar. Pretend I'm not here. Ok. I have no solemn vow. I have not method. I do not pay. I sick upon Greatness. You perform. No I do not. You listen here, I'm a man, not a crux. I sweeten my tooth. You will not exact. You will accept my heart. I have nothing to offer you. Now move. Please, I pretend like this is not happening. Hear my woe.

  17. Timeless woes. Do not placate me. Women. Do not insist. I speak of you now, you have no power. I'm not a farce. You are. I will not move. You will speak of this with blame. I will not. Exact. I suppose. Would you speak of me now? I have nothing to offer you. I can insist. You have woes, I have this farce. How are you intending? I am looking for an answer. Please do not insist, move away. I will exist without blame. You must. Why am I so forlorn? You will listen to me, I have a way. You will speak of this. I must. Now listen, am I such an etiquette? Do I have this ocean upon me? Indeed. Will I speak this to you now? You will.

  18. Could I start with something that won't grow? An insider did speak out and it's now telling why. Have an old age blow like a heavy gale and I still feel that you're breaking my back. These matters don't sit well where I see grace. My feelings can see the honour going backwards again. Infinite understandings have shown up to an ensemble of a wretched gallop. Most people think through why they haven't been spending away. Others ask how. But inward on the inside there's a lost cause and I'm going to stretch it with an ocular lens. Beneath the system there's no hedge. Bowing to the ancient goat wouldn't strive further away. Does it still fear why? In going forward I ask where the sentence has driven in a post. Knock asunder with a flying rope and still it burns. Incapacitation, would you feel that there's a notion to tell for? Winding down the road I seek nothing else. Be thunder and be rain but don't tell a tall tale. Make do with a bucket that won't fill. Overt like another been there and done that. Set up a flask to watch it come apart and become something that hasn't shifted out. Steal from the fires and expect that it goes into an open drawer. Muster up a small weasel which has the shape of a pitch fork.

     

    Entirely such a wasted fuse that hasn't escaped itself. Exactly the trust that I have shown time and again. Measles wouldn't accept my untold nature and it went into a shadowy figure. When this happened I spoke about how I should be. Those writhing waters haven't even seen upwards and it's no jest to say it fits well. The bank stands up when it needs to sit down and while others leer like nothing fits into the escapism I know of. Brought my tithe and it went downhill. Sold the way and it fit into a dreary window pane. How is this not spoken of? Wouldn't a disaster throw stones toward a callousness that barks and jumps? Easy evening you don't think this through. There's a coldness and it has a meter? Consider how all things don't just blow with the wind so the feelings can start to change. Bereavement is like a well and it adjusts itself. Tone deaf nature has a shipping container which won't spell out how I'm thinking. A beast won't go reaching for petrol fumes without sinking into quicksand first. Decency is a matter I care for. 

     

    Make way I have a wound. The pests like to share it around. One day I will fly. Heaving up a knot like it's a deathless underground. Bowling lane would you move out? Leave me like a dead insect bite. Push further and I'll begin. Break into my onion, I'll send it out. Touching that no one heard where I'm running to. Maybe the wallowing interior would make a song entrench on this one? If the cliff face isn't so timely. Remembering why I made this tune. Echoes have a crazy way of moving the tide.

     

    Benchmark would only whisper into my ears and I would expect nothing else. Porous marker is looting and it's not the best. Inwards jest is noted. Wondering about these tempers that have sworn at this extenuation. There's hope but it lies in a withering bloom. Join into a weak stance? Move like I'm growing older. Watch carefully and wait. Binding cross will be making ground. Slumber can be told. I wrote on something that doesn't feel the sunglass hour. I make this move and it still hasn't accepted the truth. World you steer me like a burrow and I can't explain. Drunken statements. Befriend this and it will mean something but no one seems to care. Told mullein you'll not be this now. It's maturity is breathing down my neck. Beckoning would you feel free. There's a poster where I live which has been spoken for. Nowadays the bolstered wrench moves upon itself. Wherever things may lie we're understated here. North there's a wayward simmer and it drowns out the cost. Hopefully I'll see the watch tower. Winking like I can't try harder to. 


  19. Is it so simple to explain how these winds blow? I can’t help but send myself a letter. The wisdom can’t always speak towards such a lasting endeavour but it does explain why I’m here. Present notions flee like the tides. I can remember setting this up to allow for my knowing. Please don’t tell me this withering away is a drawn sword. I have to be careful. Can’t justice prevail? Hollow emptiness can you hear my sail? Is it written that I will escape you? Those tombs sit upon a restless void and I steal this with a notation. Breaking apart at light speed velocity, I can hear myself think. How understated is my suchness that it would hear my tears? Rowing upstream like a featherweight.

     

    How does a spark take flight? Which way is it going? This remembrance I steer well. My music has to bear witness and the compass stretches into infinite. My happiness won’t bind to a fruit tree. Easily watching myself turn away? I’m writing to this now. Pity can become. Drift like an exit plan. Toll would you escape me? Winding blizzards don’t have the exact formulas I’m in need of. Trace the ending to a start. Heavy song notes writhing within a cross. Renewed vigour would itself keep away. Maybe I’ve seen the truth bear shape before. Perhaps I can’t explain. I know others feel this way too. Pounding on the shore I see the ocean dragging currents. Where is something I cared for now? Timing hear this. Beckon to me. 

     

    Silence I know your name. Can you steal my heart? I suffer from a constant theme. Would it bend? Here’s the knowing I figure. Empty handshake are you so low. My Heart feels like it’s watching on. I’m not so blind. Tomorrow would only be seen like I do now. Waking up to a dawn but I don’t know your name. Why are those movements happening now? It’s easy to rewrite words but I don’t feel threatened enough to say so. Inkling inside of my watch. Never mind the strength I gather. Telling tales have a cold water and it seeps in. Baseline empathy. Which counter strike? Everything breathe me in. It’s touching to consider why I speak louder. Know the echoes have a Maker. Tone deaf on every word. Must this ending be an upheaval? Withering away like a smile that’s already passed. Trains run away from me and I can’t expel this anymore. This syncopation is running further away. Needlessness worry less. 

     

    Until this honour reaches inside I will be something that won’t beckon. Fear isn’t just a callous entity. Partaking I see myself grow outwardly. Much constancy rules over all. Buying the drains that wash away all things? Maturity is so fleeting. Jump ship. Wasteland you’re sending me a message. Join My Heart with the knowing tides. Happenstance wouldn’t you keel now? 

     

    Sign language happens to be something I know of. It has a certain shape that doesn't seem to go away. When the symphony has been played, I overheard a simplicity. It's now unknown to turn this into a constant. I reel in the lackless and it sears upon this. How is the continuous playing of these harmonics not even thought of like I know of. It doesn't add up, to see a freedom pass upon nothingness. While this honesty I care for has a colour that bleeds through the lifeless, I set the table with a placemat. No one has ever gone so far as to say I'm writhing here. Nothing has ever gone away to steal the furtherance? I can't explain why I'm feeling this way. It's not justice. 
     
    Tens of thousands write towards the unjust. Seemingly like ignorance does. Whenever this recording makes the daybreak, I'll simmer on low lying fevers. Doesn't feel like I'm so callous, but I steer unto a dawn. I can't seem to rewind my accompaniment so I crawl back into my hole. Why is something so grandiose when it doesn't prosper? I'm waiting for another tear to form so I can rest. Nuances can blame themselves and I'll spend it knowing. Yes, I see a fitness that has been placed over the hearth. I understand no one else hears this while it's going towards another placement. Careful minded matters are unseen within My Heart. 
     
    Is this something I can spend my time on? Should I be looking through the hourglass? I don't expect my saying so would imply a necessity. I feel like the truth is certain within a scope that binds.Wherever this may go towards, I need to spell myself out. Wouldn't it be simple to see a trial go away? Finding the cost isn't always so grey. My meeting has a known partaking that only the winter would understand. It's keeping the honesty onwards that I care for. The noose that has a combination isn't so sorry to see me. If the coldness of this tune would only send itself now. Why does everything ingrain where nothing can breathe? Song notes that have a caressing example to prove to themselves. I know it's gone away so I sear the continuous idioms. Yearning doesn't provide answers without seeking into a grip that would steer me. Foraging like the coast line has a breaker passing through it. Solace is your understanding being heard? White labels that are only existing through the olden recourse that succumbs to the truth. How bleak is the future when it seems no one is at home? Grinding gears are moving into a cusp. Freely surrounding itself with nothing bar none.

  20. Greater Beyond
    I have been sowing seeds for some time
    I don't actually expect a message to resound here
    But I will equate an exacerbated notion towards you
    Why have I not been seen clearly yet
    Which undertaking needs addressing
    I colour the lines in with a constant knowing and yet
    You feel justified to regret truths that show up
     
    Creator of All
    Yes I do understand that you feel a song line brewing underneath you
    I carry a cross that doesn't fit inside the log jam that approaches you
    When does the timeless void ever rest
    I send you a not that burns into excessive damages done by your krink
    Which honesty would see you turn away
    How shapeless I find myself to be
    Many people across this country feel otherwise but you have an ear to lend me
    Cuss this out like a poster child rowing upstream
     
    True Higher Oneness
    It's a cold frontier to consider that the other side is entrenching here
    I know this is hard but you need to think about things clearly
    When does my oldest ageless timelessness ever bequest
    It's sinister to chuckle over my oath
    How long must these things take to clear out if you need a trophy to garnish my heart
     
    Greater Councils
    It's a likeness I care to express greatly and always
    My own heart is sitting upon an emptiness and it burns me on the inside
    You think that lightly you can escape with an ease that hasn't born fruit
    Why am I reaching out to simply be caught out with an eavesdropper
    I want to know you in my Only Truth and it says so on my watch
    You can't be so sun tanned if you're outing the wayward patches at hand
    Wisdom can be something you move out for and it wouldn't hurt to speak louder
     
    TPTB
    We sear upon a glorious note and it won't be changing anytime
    Hearing you ponder this is likened to a goaley who hasn't been stretched out
    Consider my words if you need to, we'll be watching
    It's really an easier option to bring fruition to the grape vine
    How soon will the truth be shown into the shadows
    It's a bargaining chip that can't be strewn over anymore
    Wait patiently for our next move
    Anything could happen right now and we share a blissful tune outwardly
    Please continue to shape up and move faster
    This is a direct notion from me to you
     
    Monads
    We're considering going towards a truce here and your a matter I care to address
    Which onion browser has a stench to high hell
    I kid you not I see it brewing a lightning strike
    Sell outs don't stand for truth anymore but we sit here with a kindness
    Far out it's a cold night to endure but either way this will be stronger
    Movies don't tell tales when it's rocking a fifth so have a link into this
    I can feel pondering taking place that no one wants to share with me
    Why am I thinking that I need to race the heartbeat
    Told off for being kind once again I think it's about time you stood
    Wednesday is another placating fear and I'm seriously motioning to this
    When will the shapes form a faceless desire in your strong hold
    Beneath the sun I see a snake
    Pull apart everything just to freak out on the skins that don't
    We can share this with your heart, please listen now
     
     

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  21. How does my shining show up if I can't breathe air
    Which tendency is making the limelight careen further away
    Motions don't simply explain my passing
    I'm truly a centre for this movement and I care not
     
    Holding my school of thought it has a way of being shown out
    Musicals would steal from my train of thought and I know it is there
    When does the simplicity exit out of my life and meet the maker
    Colours don't shine so worthwhile unless I tear up
     
    Rollercoaster rides are made of joy which is why I send hope
    Imaginary friends aren't so timely without my fear at rest
    Wouldn't I be true if I sat down once in a while
    I'm making this up as I go along
     
    The solace has been comforting but it didn't feel right
    Whole shapes that bind to the ethnicity that I created
    Wisdom isn't such a freelance without my keep
    Why not feel glum if I'm sinking this ship completely
     
    Rising waters are felt and known
    Imitation has a way of beginning again but I can't feel it here
    Why am I understated into the abyss that gives back
    How exciting that I can write words with no meaning
     
    Which earnest has played it's role in something that won't die
    How cruel is this world when I don't seem to be understanding
    I'm a wretched insuler world that hasn't been told how
    Crescendo won't you care for me won't you feel my heart
     
    I'm resting here and I need more to see this through
    My only answers come from a notion that entertains this sentence
    One more time I call to you if you have a change of gears
    Remember that we watch and don't give up
     
    ---
     
    I recall a lonely man who didn't understand his meaning
    His schizophrenic state isn't at all noteworthy
    He runs on empty fumes and has tied a knot
    Now can we keep moving
     
    How does life begin?
    Where does it end?
    If the crease has a bow tie wouldn't it be so furious towards grace
    I'm easily amused but I don't want to lie down anymore
     
    Holy will please carry me further
    Holy hell wouldn't you create justice
    Insider knowledge is being crept up upon and I feel it here
    Worrying though
     
    Caught a glance and maybe it was true
    If there's a wrench I would need
    Sydney now has a flag
    Which bite mark is looking back at me now
     
    I have ears to hear and I write truth
    My constant entirety is reaching out to you
    Why is my heart so glum
    I'm a rain maker but I can't sit down
     
    Exacerbation knows no name
    I'm rotten to this stench and I know why
    Exactly what I thought may occur
    Run faster now
     
    We share certain patterns that align with a start
    I'm incerenating a massive curvature as we speak
    Loneliness is quite bleak at times
    But I care
     
    How could a simple letter become fraught
    How is my lettering going to become
    These ideas are simply that
    Now I'm going to scream
     
    Hacker are you listening
    I'm writing down your name
    It says you are going places
    And I know you fear me
     
    When did I remember your guilt
    When do I exit your stage
    Move over before I rage
    It's a competition I am fighting for
     
    While I'm at it
    Why not call upon the flaw
    It says you hear me
    I say movements will placate
     
    Here's a journey you can begin on
    Where is my hearth
    I'm lonely too
    Please

  22. How does my shining show up if I can't breathe air
    Which tendency is making the limelight careen further away
    Motions don't simply explain my passing
    I'm truly a centre for this movement and I care not
     
    Holding my school of thought it has a way of being shown out
    Musicals would steal from my train of thought and I know it is there
    When does the simplicity exit out of my life and meet the maker
    Colours don't shine so worthwhile unless I tear up
     
    Roller coaster rides are made of joy which is why I send hope
    Imaginary friends aren't so timely without my fear at rest
    Wouldn't I be true if I sat down once in a while
    I'm making this up as I go along
     
    The solace has been comforting but it didn't feel right
    Whole shapes that bind to the ethnicity that I created
    Wisdom isn't such a freelance without my keep
    Why not feel glum if I'm sinking this ship completely
     
    Rising waters are felt and known
    Imitation has a way of beginning again but I can't feel it here
    Why am I understated into the abyss that gives back
    How exciting that I can write words with no meaning
     
    Which earnest has played it's role in something that won't die
    How cruel is this world when I don't seem to be understanding
    I'm a wretched insular world that hasn't been told how
    Crescendo won't you care for me won't you feel my heart
     
    I'm resting here and I need more to see this through
    My only answers come from a notion that entertains this sentence
    One more time I call to you if you have a change of gears
    Remember that we watch and don't give up
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