I like my decaffinated coffee caffinated

I like my decaffeinated coffee decaffeinated

You know it takes a while to work it up to tummy privs'
Come on now
that's not fair
That's how I see you
more often
my hands turn into drum sticks
freezing in place
stories that sound like they are going
to start off good then go south
then finish
. . . . ? ? ? ? ? . . . .
O D D L Y
you can't understand why or how one
comes up with such
. . . . te he he.
with a bit of cinnamon
on the wife's shallow
grave . .
The bones of a reluctant cat. . .
he'd like to work on me and
not in the literal sense.
I'm a theologin. . . .
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low again
her legs lacking in moisture
and felt nice against
H20.
Interrupting panda. . .
interpreting . . .
this the right way.
Inhabiting hearts . . . .
why you'd expect that they don't
get better . . .
but they do.

loXe and haTe

You gotta LOXE AMUL9!

I'm sitting at the 5 Spot . . .
waiting for the fire to drop
early here drink no beer
lifting fear
atmosphere
loxing you in the wrong gear
try to not care
what friends think
rightfully
opinion stink
P L I N K
in the hole in the bed
yackaddy
in my head
set the sound up
on stage I said
making the bread
breaking the fed
I can't explain it
much less retain it
all this insane shit
load in is soon
refrain from
the face hit . . .
I thought I loxed you
but my face turned blue
what is true
having trouble deciphering
what my mind has
created
expanding . . .

L A U G H T E R

you've got to laugh

A T H E R . . . .

expanding . . . .

into you and forgetting
who . . . .

suspended belief
she yearns in peace

retrieving her time
a r o u n d grows
the vine

slowly surfaces

grab your purses

openly curses

it's curtains

worshiping

the worst

in you . . . .



Let's
blew
it.

Forever

Been forever and a spinning head
grabbing it creates friction on my hands
and having fun in the sac
never get mad about that
moving again
new AMUL9
these know what is up
glad we come together
the agent contacts me back
when we get together
it makes me smile
to bad friendships
are sour
makes you wonder where
you have allowed yourself to fit
moving way cross' town this time
and won't know where you live
spending all my time
with one of the sexiest
humans I have ever met . . .
scrambling to play catch up
through
a tuba
I have not played tuba before
so you can imagine
never blogging
and having to let it empower you.
Gotta go now.