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I can see irving getting messages from the United States.

Why Is Everyone Dead?

In one inhale; of two seconds: This is what I get— on a bad air day; in my own room, because I worry about my own behaviour and like responsibility:

“I know what the psychopath is.

It’s the Irving smell- the JDI one.

It’s Jim Irving, it’s the antichrist-

It’s North Korea,

And it’s called “Song of Lin”

I can see the entire thing- one point five seconds; pulp mill smell; in my room. One sniff.

—Dead nature

“And they called it the diatribe”

You are not alone.

Yes the psychopath is nature. Pfff. Not.

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Bob Created 7

And there was a murder And God is good By the forest for good news We sat with our hunches Why were we on fire? And then there was nothing

God is good. And oil is not.

That’s the meaning of irving disposa. And irving is the fire from hell. And God is in ecstasy

(“Let It Rain” by Amanda Marshall)

I hope the police arrest jim irving

Please electrocute me I’m obviously nervous And feeling low- Besides -

For fortune to favour fall McCartney showed up with Peter Rigs of henbane and just dreaming I was not bitten by irving for a week The Premier understands, irving is in season And the nothingness is good for Wirral Insane and daring mormons to give into Jesus Highly inflamed by the shock of the Paraclete Sussex news- I am stalling for a handout And shenhua is so stylish The weapon of mass destruction- was yesterday’s news And we showed up for dinner And prayed for the notwithstanding clause To commit pornography to the grave And to save every scrap dealer From kim jong un And his obvious obsession with evil The redemption of harvest, As in actual vegetables, Gave us Communion And we remembered our sisters In Christ and for the Paris we celebrate As our last option for rain And we already won

irving is low on oxygen

and harangued the Ojibway Clapping for every high Every minute It is simple As as dictator would X

Glyphosate

Genocide. Sad story.

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Were up for the course Of empty rocks to the street And we were seizing the border For the Iranian who wept To the Christians of Manor It was known to be Kempt And Zermatt that would sleep For echoes of Canada And the Premier of Her So across that bridge For feeing things of rouse And kneeling here For favourite lichens And a park of the world Betrothing all wood

It’s only Earth happening On the sunniest day For that tall Douglas Fir My boyfriend he was At least no conceit And the small shoes I unfit While unresenting all waves To the owl with new flowers

And to that shawl It is gone For Christ is here And we chime for three And accept all men So that accession is bespected And the unfree can accuse Their captors of ruin Like the corporate small win

And to the Chinese comraderie For the new way of celebration In romance And in party play Of capitalist whim A green one A sled

To the least of the media who printed every release For a time of the impressionable week And a cross firmly planted on the moon

It is raining There is grass And I am a realtor And even the Navy knows There is peace in Qatar Where the Germans did stand Against heuristics And gas And lying about pain And peals of our bell A tower of all peace Where everybody saw The miracle of Greece Where Christ blessed his church And women wore hair And earrings And poem

There was no fortune to know Like food and forgiveness And a prayer card from Mom For all my distress Which was mine Only mine For nine days

And assuredly speaking Of Geneva and its way For the way of one hour Across the harbour Of inner lakes Of a waterfall And small breathing

That there was no sun in darkness And a way to impair The temperance surprise In time men forgiven And acquiring our ways

Of beryllium and the artistry Of mazes and wingmen Who flew for peace For the women

Who forgave the accomplice Of the authorities by day And apprehension of those Martians And their Marxism And their time

So that In history, no rebellion Against a Ukraine of The Christ To a people who marry- Marrying peace Marrying day

In small ponds Brand new mud For new children And new husbands And new sounds Of peacekeeping From Ontario And Hawaii

So that Greenland’s high response High water And high glass Was a garden full of ships And tiny seeds For our field And in the Earth’s early book Of a place on the moon That we noticed was Christian So that all persons are cousin And left to new captains Of Bread and Wine Of Christ and of Rain Of peace in our tower To come home And to be free

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We were well for our lantern At business that May And when to our sun return For the forty ninth parallel And the lorry day as mount Must be seen as we review And early as war And a bees’ nest to extend There was a basis to our withdrawal As we shot at the moose for our hunt And the triage guessed the next nurse To stay for this rose

I in beige For the early star Seemed to be in his forties And afraid of his uncle And a notch in his cape For French and Swiss In the amount of an unreserved- A madrigal on waiver It was Hargsburgh and early hospital And standing on his mother And lost as a flower Be sweet by the dawn

Forty nuts to the shawl invega by carousel Striding to meet the aftermath And my bosom elect to the fourteen With ryeing shun-math Elected to Behemoth Way We were Kim Jong Uhl Mattresses for the corpse And standing in deep brothers For the return of my hair to the undeep With brightest and biggest regret Of apples and spinach in bright green For the British who kept to appear On nine standing peacocks who appraised our dew In the aftermath of one PDF A puzzling layer by spect In hencock and a noticed war I stood by for time And of course a cousin Of the able and betrayed In fortune’s win Bespeckled for the underclass Of every nine captain’s war Prowess for the Queen’s house And every mark of undress

These were on our knees The Duke who cracked a whip While the early cross was hers And a fortune for Carcross So the fortune is mine My only so untold I best behave There is a tree in the yard And it’s time to be seen In a high pod For the flight of Heaven In such reward As the hearse lapped at my own In such a way as to keep up I was the badass with Henry Morgan But the smallest of hurts between In gliding down to the desk job

Such mistake is an unknown jab And I miss you, My airstep To be able to surround that lens And pick up our dues

There off of course Was the end of war And it takes you off To whatever numbers were best And to the best be you I was made a best of the sun To sureness of the one we redeemed In sweet summer’s nakedness

In her own special town I keep a Communion in view For the express expulsion of war And the honestness of our hope In a Cornish hearse There was heartness in the hour, and to our love In deepest occupied French land For the Turhouse and Whitney’s cape In regret to my own since they deported The slicked up essence of Beograd

In the Tennessee win, Of retort to the geese who fly Heaven, by the backhand of our normal In the unction by uncertainty And laying blocks by which chemistry, And which varnish to passerby

So let’s be certain Of this clear thing of yesterday now It was Zak’s year, And a wheezing low For all that war, And in a wheelchair now I will wait for sorrow’s front esteem And crack the blinds for serotonin I best be seen In the privileged moon Aching for Chinese poem So that six across Would be Christmas

Intoning that Chicago had a man Sizzling our broccoli for the best of repay And chucking out the Iranian quran While sleeping off the war

A forgotten sister For the Irish Catholic of early yesteryear For repense and nothing lovely on the way But the Breadhouse was muted only through The upkeep of every bake- Baking enough For the thrive and happenstance that hear us now, In the rough, For Beautiful Ukraine

“God says you’d rather unexist than euthanize another feline.”

—General Tycoon

Time Travel Handstand

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Bless us Lord We are done And burned every drop Played with Lego in cavities of Ester I felt in fear of the digits to bedtime Wished I’d asked for honour of Maine There were soapstars and honest wheat And play problems for the car This vicious oil For Tehran and the May of epithopean Peel I was lost in beyondness My bed was poly and chloride and resist And I stared at the moon It burned my hands and feet The sky was that far up Of the heat in my blouse And private apprehensions of the day We drops of seafoam to you They drilled into weary And the noise was collapsing my face Way down in Churchill For lethal falls Noise And Warren I was lucky Swiss And we had water It flowed the fastest til ten Because of the mowing Each country pretended an amount But yours was oil They stole my phone and everyone’s house And they split up in apathy Til I fell down the stairs And wrote unto Rome of my cares Why to the fossil It was unkept to the wind The barrens of manna Were taken to guild I wept for the driveway laid bare Everything squeezed Til the time of the ears And every car sat and guzzled the next one Without no redemption And six quarts per jet They stayed and we won and I landed My wingless aircraft My body And I set sail To Stockholm from Portland Covered in roses I dated the prose of the jail In beams of sun and tines There was a lectern And amounts for each day Eyes to heaven And repeating to grow The treetops were leaning to Canada Burning no lestness And lakes at Vattenfall Resisted the rod of the day With papers to fill And the end of the wheel And a Roman recourse to unwind And in Greenland A shield for Lars And his rabbit of Denmark that drifted The sun kept of shone Bequeath me the level There is water to the hilltop of the moon I am lucky as Peter To have eyes for the dorsal Thinking of gladhanding with me What was a switch To light up the mercy And speak to the muse of the rail For the cleaning of prose For clouds of the proa I am bent to a sixty force gale Sight of the moon on an honest week on an island With ponies who dream of the cast And shores of Hal’s lantern To bespoke of the water They are drilling for Wheat And not shale Vladivostok, Taipei A place of skills and merry Peter Who looked at the glass Of the honest remorse To Singapore Where I walked without carry Of Romaness court For the suing of vlad I had two kids at the height of noon The newest of water Was the merciest of crime And the robots fell into the harbour The Sign Do you know The prophet Isaiah And in Sweden we wash Every aloe to return To the desert of date palms and bread lily Four early days To be off to the blades Of Hopskul and Skellefteå and Vision To be travelling with emus To be covered in bronze To be glad To be rid of this gale Oil was upstanding In Pitcairn We got rid of cancer of the deep And signed off to the Ross And women of reprieve To trespass to never prose shale Trinidad was absolute So we signed there And saw how its house And stopped eating muffins Of plastic and coal And breathed to the last of the gale Earthen mud Toulouse to the ray For the Swiss canoe And accepting The Body of Christ With no apprehension To stop up the fortress The police were absconded to mail I was you til I saw What had done unto me And Xinjiang had prowess of Rose Where acceptance behappened To Greenpeace at one Whose redemption was democracy day To uncover the absolute To escape the bad day To go in peace To eat Bread To end shale

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About socialism And the abandoned airplane Of Susan Holt That saw the collapse Of Donald Trump Wherefore art though fluoristar Said AirDrop- As though I were a poem

In ’91 There was a minute of silence For CSIS Who saw pretend madness In one small child His name was Jeff Dove Who cancelled Iran Because of War

Dream not For the soviet marsh Of Kings

A little hell In Quispamsis Is DirecTV And Elton screamed For small Peter To take arms Against Kim jong un

So that our Premier- Who likes Iraq

Elected her Mom To Pray for Jeff

And islam died Because of her And so did the CIA

Jen S.

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In Christ is The Democrat

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For the forgettance Of no-one near and his We were ready for Washington And let’s play at ten There are folds by the window And at two we walked in And prayed for peace, In Christ

The reliever of women, The Earth Arts Will cheer every Sunday So that stars of abandonment Will never show

It’s in the New Testament To Love One Another As Jesus did And taught And relieved by

So that Democrats eternal Have absconded to time To wait for the getting ready For yesteryear When we prepared the way of the Lord

And in the future, When He comes Christ’s return May no-one falter Or blink an eye Or tarry Or abscond

So absolute, His power We voted for need Of our neighbour, In Him

God Bless The Lord Our brethren And our people who live here To be in solemn repose To Heaven with breath To be kneaded in church To save time for our elderly To lend hope to all chasms To bless the reunion Of our peace And our home Our country Built eternal From all directions And done into no fear For eternal peace And our testament of time Is this

And of Thanksgiving, it was There were demons and a time of war And Christ bled for every change As Saturn turned to the moon And there was English And one weapon of eagerness- The pony, Which burned for a hundred thousand And in a lunar forest, Such as the way we were riding Back to the Inverary platoon And outstanding as quickly off A new poor had risen To become the yesteryear Of the way we became for our offering, Which was the tide of country, And because we change the planet, For Moncton and its example There were Indigenous people of a single chart Whose character was known in Expressen While we spoke of Tobermory, And the six wooden shoes, As our best heal between winters For the Dawnland of Wabenaki French And Twin Rivers sold off to our men For noted breath of the firestone, And the lynx, Our great cousin, So that the Bible would ruin no-one forever And our forgot was the penny Whose ideal rhyme was all sold out For six hours of war So Tunney’s dismay was a child But come the Saviour, To ruin all notice and shower of war, On a sudden planet called mine, And it was a banana, And it sold for a day of dancing, So that- Please do not exit yet; I gave you an earth to marry Which you did notice was proper Til you defied the utensil as an honest upbutton For Clarence who spoke of the against, Against the beast No laughing Apollo Be that may, I was a cousin of yours And I was happy for a towel And a rehearsal of shrapnel So that we would remain in a year While sudden gains for the Handon Who read all our fears And helped As we should Should the Germans connect: So be it They are proud of only now And bless each day with green And hated the dirt of oil And 666 And Armageddon And Iran And everything between that proposed That children are nothing but victims And a proper steer for Mom Which was all I wanted For my needle Which was gone Eleven inches And proper to the mouth As dispolite and to the point of my mouth And expressly showing our totem To the question of whose wither So to be gay And much corporate And in Christ And a good cider Better than honey And fruit of the vine To be lucky to be here Overjoyed for both Pete and Communion And the corporataire Against invega and the shawl Why I, communism Had a hard hat And the CIA to thank for me So let’s get rid of privacy And be all lucky Or men Or not And be free

It is a tablet And as sure as the failed landing I was a leader And sucked at landing For Armageddon to our Lord To the promised land Which only wanted Lent And a UI Such as Purple By Rothesay to the right So we cut up our stacks And longed the way out- Last year (Liberal Government) Knew the media and the west Would see each land’s hour As a sovereign icicle For just repent There was no CIA It was Monday And just return to the rule Of love one another And use your computer, You lucky duck Communism doesn’t apologize And it doesn’t work As I do, As your best friend, The Pony Express

May no man cede to kim jong un

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So now that you know That freedom is funny I walk to the early place I stay and I breathe I am touch and I’m free I’m Stalin and burning in Rome

So acid away The victims of voodoo And wash to the early grave

Six summon amounts And the spoke of accounts With warships and vipering win

Abyssing of Warren And violin fear It’s recess and Norway the ear

(Erin Shore)

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(The Promise of The Paranoid)

The war of the stop was ship and unfair We hardly step above the knees and love affair of sap and hummus and six early promise and thumb rub for tunes The whit promise of six thousand bees peanuts of herb on echo lakes and shorthand dream of early speed