Saturday, 26 January 2013
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Sound Relay a pointed menningitis a lost n barren armament the Pistols were here in a 77 baretta filled ordeal that left rolling hell a debunking myth a remarkably defiled scentence of Chelsea bain candid rhetoric and London crawling with Her injustices to never mind..into never dependant pressure trips this is what you want what you get an un -erring prison a sentiment..total relations in a dilly dallying passion. Paul Anthony Dungey
She fails me To be me in an awkward way She fails me but I'd give all life itself for Her closeness a stranger than fiction romance break apart restriction in trance she fails me cant stand the noise noise annoys flirt with other boys boys and toys she fails me but i'd give all death itself for her velvet touch her emotion love she fails me as I fail deception in cold harmony melancholy in custody she ..an ideal ..a heterosexual whim fails me but I'd give her this a poem a lie for being herself not I. Paul Anthony Dungey
Play the shithead capitalist A hard life south of the trades a lemon head razor bite script thats not polite ballistic plastic retinue on high pitch stain down on harpie signature alone eating spider wax on police quotants late revenue..killer weed got in time sitting on tolerance sandy thread of indifference plaid kitten/toy rafter mitten benzo car remarks hasten to squalor net curtain resume' pizza haven dart molestation proud utopia.. listed wreck. Paul Anthony Dungey
A SCEME OF GOOD INTENTIONS The cubical toilet is full "of course we used it" umpteen thousand times so we lay in the taragon sun till somebody takes it away fennel or tyme and Dux de Lux hammer claw sunk wood is broken dust market garden trash chased about the sheets like ferrit vs rabbit Chinese candie here erasor fast who has the right to pick roses in His backyard..dug in up there six foot under the pine names change like Heather.. Anne, Capstan royal navy cut Her empire pilgrim..P.E.P the cubical toilet is full. Paul Anthony Dungey
She fails me To be me in an awkward way She fails me but I'd give all life itself for Her closeness a stranger than fiction romance break apart restriction in trance she fails me cant stand the noise noise annoys flirt with other boys boys and toys she fails me but i'd give all death itself for her velvet touch her emotion love she fails me as I fail deception in cold harmony melancholy in custody she ..an ideal ..a heterosexual whim fails me but I'd give her this a poem a lie for being herself not I. Paul Anthony Dungey