a people built for creating and all we are now is lusty.
'customs' watch the images that want admittance in to my 'nation.'
*'customs:' the Word of Yahweh
*'nation:' the mind of man
*'customs:' the Word of Yahweh
*'nation:' the mind of man
must 'tighten up the aegis' of my 'nation' from damned infidels.
over twenty years of libertine living; at some point it gets old.
where shall i tread when i walk the hours flowing thru my minds' one eye?
Downtown, rainy; Walditon Square
watching the blue dress caress the frequent rain-drops; each blue note-saddened.
placid waters of the Days Inn pool; my thoughts about being free from me.
the depravity in the belly of mankind's 'nation' is like, wow!
7:00pm Days Inn
charming mexican construction worker, well; muy atractivo!
these eastern thoughts find their home in the rich, dark soil of my 'nation.'
day of fasting, still haven't gotten in my word--feeling the food-pangs.
must take living The Way more gravely-this can't be a hit-n-miss thing!
mahler to the mezzo-soprano is crisp breath to a pair of lungs.
the thrill i feel singing as a male mezzo is like living in sound.
when i think of you, i often imagine your sex like turpentine.
the best feeling i lassoed was the orgasms from your images.
penning these thoughts in one line...starting to condense my 'nations'' 'dwellers.'
*'nation' my mind
*'dwellers' my thoughts
*'nation' my mind
*'dwellers' my thoughts
the Great Metallurgist; has tossed me in the fire...purifying me.
Catherine's contralto, an accquired taste; sculpts my ears to smiles.
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