Youwishakin
hate is berated and rebated for the gate is elated to be a pulse of insatiable fears that were reared in a days when the "has beens" wore tafts of daft beings skins that one particular man of certain kin.. he skinned off a meloncholy being who had no idea of what he was in... for. be floored and open the door, you might not like to recognize the crests that heft the weight around but see a sound and you can hear a round, pop pop and hit the ground. save me I heard the mind say, though the body is crazy, it kept on its shady perpetuating of dialating reasons insipid fall into the dream, the eyes go blank the mind is shanked but life is ranked in the safe zone on a scale from 5 to ozone a pulse is now known ...

she wore a lovely gown with so many insatiable men around she said she'd love to go down...so i took her to a place downtown where even the mice would smite, dark and dreary as the night got hairy i could see it was scary but being the gentleman that i am not  i continued the plot. we continued the evening in a manner un-wittingly.. from her perspective everything was deafening. i am definately not the kind that would bat an eye at a christening, but it was an unique evening. there is an eave-ening due with a lady present its not so easy to ensue. concious weighs down heavily and sad-ilee it takes second priority, for the care in me is gone to a place not so strong as the love that caresses me, enveloped in this womanly presence i am sudenly incredulous ... be careful what you wish for, the song I am writing implores, for there is no more greator thing than a witnessing, and you will  and can be witnessed, i wrote this feeling a bliss-ness. so business is holding on a wrought that is very strong.