Sunday, November 8, 2015

How Do You Say Please



I love photographs and the fact that so many have put page to purpose on the chapter,
history on the wall has provided but a outline to the vast in the sense of Teal,
a ruby amongst the rock diamond that gem in salt tacking the spice to brave a real,
as the boot to harbor a rider with heels down has good balance for a jump,
today people purchase screen applications to side saddle the chair of imaginary blur.

As with real visit to knock on the door,
the time on a calm,
a patience to event the place to be of invitation,
care of the sand is knowing of the beach,
that wave crashing the shore,
the habits that have brought both drownings and death.

This is a piece to no puzzle,
the News reports of always dead,
the depressing story of take another pill to skit your life,
all while more Human Beings die,
sheets that have ghost like apples,
yet the dust is scene.

Ask the answer should the swallowing of the prescription solutions math,
does the stomach reveal a broth or the digestion to speak brain in a tit,
nursed a long drink society steams the covers to sell the product of killing more lives,
nigh is the judgement of encouragement to drive,
a thought to the paragraph of spelling it out on the work of more than a quick fix.

Course sails have delivered this decade to incredible numbers,
autism to suicide hares in the state of having to plate,
no voice in the common touching is say a bell throw to the clang of a miles shake.

Hollywood or the Radio on a Televised smile puts Score to the breath,
never does the Calculation gentle the tree with an actual face to the peel,
sure the ear to the corn is announcing the dry season,
but where is the come of lets see a stand to the revolution of Man on its ability to Brave.

Examples of Scripts movies and dibs brings 'This' 'That' & the nothing to be,
I was born in a decade that People rose above the adversity to count difference,
on that is the human concert to walk and dance with open dial to thread,
a good sit down in the Elephant Room,
the chorus on collection to believe that change is possible should a choir practice,
we are the world was a grand platform of said,
that dropped like dumb bow to the connection of reality today.

As the process of just a drive to the store,
there are cold shoulders And nobody looks you in the eye And no people say hello,
how is this all the done in a World that pumped the Internet as the next huge nestle??,
through and from sew many to the disconnect of the connect on that kite.

Dating serviced the bar Scene to write what ended on being convenient to scope the seat,
to digest the burst as the meeting itself was and has born a screen between reality load,
the walk to the getting prepared to be of a grin with a dimple not a thimble,
the idea that frame is the carriage of exciting to believe that spark of special fun in delight,
now it is the profile like the FBI on a CIA mission of Impossible to possibly say its a date,
even on that odd it is the fact that those organizations at least in hope had true composition,
not the processed regurgitation of what sounds good to the prospector on the golden filed.

Speaking with nobody is that honesty of the cellphones ring,
passing roses with prickles and thorns to at pause decide should the lace bee of found,
parades of listing the face with a photo shop to conversation replaced,
look at the statistics of death by overdose for in the 60's the Flop Houses at the very least lived through those accounts,
now its the theme of alone Alone alone tasting the vernaculars bone.

Dry comes to dinner routes that deliver cost to the luck of a string,
as the saying 'another notch in your belt' fits appropriations to the fad,
with shows marking 'Blunt Talk' on the How to Pool Party for the stop,
then reality comes on the Films of more big hits to say that life is combed,
as that is not even consider of The Media and their continual screaming lies,
yet once upon a time the Public at get together with common goals could idea,
now its just throw out the trash, you don't make enough money, and, you are having an affair with the Greeter sash.

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