A paper has been filled missing by the image office.
The author has been investigated and he has been seen with the shredder.
. . Oo,
.. alam ko.
How am I to be. .
a good person,
a loving parent,
When a mountain of comparison
never stops only to flow
yes it does overflow when I hit
those bricks of assumption not of you,
only the history I partake and eat all of my shit.
There are certain values do keep,
This crept in as a new Monday’s revelation
while I took in a 3 hour sketching perforation,
Do bring in the swollen inflammation.
Y is the love of the letter, yet Z doesn’t given
any of this insane quatrain of lines
will not even pertain on a single note.
Aah the dawn beckons.
While I wait for a loving embrace of rain.
You are born into a world
We can not complain while all
of us never do try not be as them;
It is karma of an ouroborous bite
It strikes to where it wants,
. . . and needs to see of its
and the balance it implies.
. . Is it just when the ice does melt; whereas the fire fire do melt
my tempered attitude willingly deny the truth when your fact is an act
But you will never admit your mistakes because you still make your egocentric self-defense as,
use it well let’s see,
I was any Soundwave whom never spoke.
I am not your Decepticon.
The one who left
My irish lass,
Loved me the same.
As the years of our sleep
remains upon not of my name.
Crept and slept of the memory
of enamored moments of
Companionship loves us,
With his grace in my life.
Here I come to be,
not of my doing,
Does all my madness of my anger
To give in to that place,
where my fist can never be,
Sure I am to have it all,
on a whim of my own
Likely to be involved,
only my mind and heart do tell,
I can never get into my own,