Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Spades



I gain in the fraction of the dot on the commas that sound to the beat of the math in the mind,
for the subtraction of life to the dead accounts that religion has raised with the swipe in shine,
for on the flags that religion does not fly for the pew is of the sit,
caste this pile to the mount of the Cross on the fracture of the death never buried but hit every Qi,
nail this to the penny on the file in the texture to the tongues that speak to scream,
silence is the patience in the born grown for as the attitude is not but will count to start.

Take the path of rubble and hand the shake with reason for it is those on the lause,
taste the spice of time folding to the bank at most shoveled to the rise,
fluff as the tie to the walking on the by formal introduction taking stripe,
in the whipping camp of the hard diners serve the sealed com pits,
in that shave of never shag to the sinker of the guild^dead flag mark it pole torn,
as the kick hits the spike on the cement bound sad remove the bile with a bought to ear.

Hop with a spank for the pearl is the violet as the purple hat would fit it sat,
as the spread to the symbol to the stand of the scarf a scale on inch is the miler's sable,
silk is the stopper for the vault of the find even should the combo been spiral,
in the find to the take it is the walk of the carry well the weight of the lift to the sense marking shale,
brick to the cipher as the under wire brought bigs on the stacks carting want to skirt the fought.

Bound by the fact that word is the lathe those shingles on the house at a place of my birth,
in the years of the shore the sales and the bores the paint on the shower now green,
soylent in the color the barf on the collar`d a pinch collar Blunt to sacred yak his turn,
as the coats of certain tan are the flowers on the fern to the death of a dimensional blest.

Sync to the tour as that is the mold for the version of the laughing is gut pulling told,
vice is the speech a barter on the breach is curt with the Tales that weather feather breach,
torn from a stale`d to butter on the breeze the steaming is the sell that suicide goes skeet,
to punch on the stage that Jim Jones did fly away for drinking down the bullet frost a shoulder.

My best friend in the snap of his neck to the real and the lumber that did hold the pearl,
in the clam on the coin to heat with the note is the banking for the scantily clad.

To believe that the question of the phone on the dismissal is the science of the hour barfing flour,
sale is the pants that leg to the sock in shoeing of the brand that sicks the kicker lunched,
meal for the worm is the lizard act parade course is serving a dish of that pervade,
courtesy of the global colder colder no humanity to trade,
'cause human traffics branches like the ladder of a spay.


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