what up, new poem:\ if it chose half full over half empty in a glass room; trolle straight across the windy plains buffalo sanctuary come up the hill,overlooking white moon the land sways with anticipation of infatuation with the indignation of it's powferul bend of love. can you hear that,that's it,inclination! it's a cry, a howl,a part of the falling sky! warning? Turn back towards the end in path shadows all creatures of buffalo slain walking dancing through out the rain? No yelps across the straight Run goddamn you run they're getting closer, bobs, and dashes, around the rivers bend. Just to find, you're at the end. Praying for mother her to send it sometime's you've spent it, but there it is soft ruffle flows across their dusty blazer rose. amazing old hollow, rememeber my old follow... lighter then sand darker then sky? meadows and mellows? pop up flowers? take's april's showers? come on now conthem..condem...contrary? mary mary contamplary? comforting. Just relax calculations dont feel.
wow man thats crazy it goes all over the place hard to follow just gotta grip it tight and ride with it
