my fists speak discordant and direct pounding and playing arias to jive, they sing--"illusions of images, captains disguise. we can't fall beneath his machine. spread symbols between the lines". turn your face up high OH terrified. some kind of chesnut has leaked spreading and shoving tides with smashing waves. "redeem the house--our passage, don't expose anything later than this all, find his dreams longing (character) outside of the present. an intermost traveling relection. throw at me your weakest grimace of chaos!" Ah home. Ah but home...the marble floor (after the moon had set) sits with stones and hits objects with darkness tumbling under the edge of his own obstacle. "jet planes will carry over and on. six, nine, one, one, one! no more of this condition!" grasp the envious cuts on wells (laying low). stares at the.. "machines have trounced all dismay
the operators lead the cases ten and nine, one one--last, it's only happening for anything but the present, to rouse--"..girl shows us, raw and spineless. very little lift settles concern to own and create a worldy interaction. "they come! strong inabilities. communication? it can't use this time up only time we spend is rubbing smiles without any signs". they lie (say's the falsifier)
oh "HEAD UP COMPANY" (durranged with layers) peeling every melancholy or curiousity blows over our minds. "give time for..." ( one of broken few ) ...only stands, you can find them "end"(screams the captain once more) less.

abuse your feet

AAAAOOUUU nature! beauté

-I read somewhere how important it is in life not necessarily to be strong but to feel strong-

Two years he walks the earth. No phone, no pool, no pets, no cigarettes. Ultimate freedom. An extremist. An aesthetic voyager whose home is the road. Escaped from Atlanta. Thou shalt not return, 'cause "the West is the best." And now after two rambling years comes the final and greatest adventure. The climactic battle to kill the false being within and victoriously conclude the spiritual pilgrimage. Ten days and nights of freight trains and hitchhiking bring him to the Great White North. No longer to be poisoned by civilization he flees, and walks alone upon the land to become lost in the wild. Christopher McCandless.

A poem is a naked person. Some people say that I am a poet.

acquiesce

let us first and only once take one last step---calm your harbors. they're starting to panic the designs off my clothes. an aid, or a seating sequence. a spew of unwanted prey sits with eyes full of bravery knocking at your door and you offend them. obtain their class! there's never a phrase that sits in your hands or shows on your face when you expand your perfect ways to the door. if to them, caring is a lot to you, offer a few.