There IS something about you...

• There IS something about you...

  Bubbling Inspector,
  feeling two rolls of toilet paper,
  Get up walk away,
  Smear the dice, ruin the game, the show, our entertainment.
  Read between lines, see small prints, limited prints of your favorite film
  ushered in by wailing synth..
  was watching her, watching me, watching the insides burn and melt.
  it wouldn't be right blind folded buffoon, stepping on my toes.
  inches away from my nose a samurai  wields his breath away.
  to many tidal waves are crashing against me.
  rough landing on red skirts.
  loss of blood, can no longer stop the dam from breaching, handle wood.
  costing me a fortune to run a saloon.
  fictional super meal, with extra linen, her feet on the window sill
  back towards the wall, with bitter sweet intertwine around her overall so...
  she filled my dreams with adventures, soaking wet all over the floor...in games.
  featuring oddly enough for the weakest ones...lending me some time.
  cannot complete this question, leave it blank like your stare now a photograph that is worn and old, wish it was new again, like that basketful of stairs. who knows how the masks looked, but there are many to choose from.
  window wishing, the cold street nights, always need a place to relax
  feet off the ground
  cold wet ground
  in need of some answers.
  but cant say no more to you.
  
  Measly,
  
  .Fin.
  
  A menu,
  lasting,
  a rage to dual,
  
  final minute,
  
  Job...Message,
  
  .to dual.
  
  Final job...
  g o d Ala job...
  sage to Dur.
  
  

  Got this call...

  Lonely swirling fly, Bystander walk on by...injected with infected love and interested in insects, walks on all fours, backwards neck and a ferry boat breeze I got sick, with it on my shoulder some festering tumor, and the weight of the egg in my head/sprinkles of flower peddles warm summer moments cursed by cold windy nights, scatter like glass physics.
  
  Unless I am the devil, I walk inside the Internet. Willing to forget foreknowledge just see the world in the now, but if you understand the killing, the take you'll receive.
  
  The interest in dying, the future lessons to come, seeing it, calling it out...wanting it's message glimpse of the fowl the lone storm waging pictures in the red light glow, cashing in the right check, will receive nothing, but I was walking, pony's glisten with oil.
  
  Eye on that..learning more...A leaner majority taking you and their ahead of the game, likes to sign it himself.
  
  Reestablish the goals, never made the NO appear. Hear us before a camera no judge... more rules/just Limbo in the loads.
  
  Starts to blame, a chess game takes a dive into a sea train, car in the night, high contrasted lights flickering from shortage in power, pay for the accident forgive they gun, they grave speaks silence, with a bird so beautiful but had no beak.
  
  The tree's grow lager from the clearing house and tower over the homes, bittersweet vines wrap around me and the world, we are claustrophobic and are being buried in weeds, conserve the emotions of the flowing river, with dyes from the mill.