seagull and the french horn.

Stride threw the ear, whizzing sensations in the canal, the brain pumps OH baby it screams YOUISMS, can't control tomorrows call, the brain has stopping working bullets sprint pretty rainbows. Nobodies calling they comethcomers can't call you nothing...sorry bodies that rose but didn't submerge i came to the top but then I hit the rock bottom, something spring sing the opera house, cleaning sales the back room vacuum is sealing the bulkhead, seas vibrant denial..housing Me's and you'd the stable holds the mules...mounts menu...see right through the blouse, catch the glimpse of the nevermore, ceiling time the dope dazzled ramblers, steering time with a muzzled beak. the hearing waits for the fish, can i arrive before my principles are filled, water overboard, now the time to realize your own faults, the rip-pit rapids, rampage in your nails. rails the glass-strophic effect shatter bones, the main nights failed to read in the dark, coaster binges the pale peeledpelledyakkingyackinga nun.

By: Aaron Held

I like this one....
I like the ®title...
.the title is very good one..
..it goes know §where....
it is fishy...it
§smells fishy....
it rocks...
its pouring‰ with rain.....its'blousey....
it fixes on fenceposts
....the seagull i mean
....not the french ‡horn
....old french films please me
.... in ♥the morning....
large mornings are best
.... this is when ±we cooperate
..... when its playing on the tv
....the ♣old french film
....i recognise her back these days
..... anorexic
..... Huddle¶ little sparrows in my barn¿

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By Zete Purongge