

Calling All CampfiresKnotting a climax with a bag of belief, I wasted out my morning like that wry grin you wore in the cab.Calling All Campfires
Figuring out passion in sunlight is easy when you know my name.
My name is Fancy Diamond Balls.
Ever eat a taco with a shovel?
Ever beat a bad guy with a swordfight?
Once I saw a feature film, then I saw it all slip away.


Who Has Passion?: My god who has passionWho Has Passion
As far as night goes, You got a sense for living hard
And how do you come by Means to get by?
Dollar-praying in campout mansions?
Say…
I’ll bet you have a lot to steal from the hearts of the useless.
Well, just how Russian can you appear?
?(when the dishes don’t dry themselves facing out towards the heavens)?
Moreover, where do you get passion?
Settle down at the top,
It’s a long shadow, cast by fucking geniouses like thatI don’t care what statue came to life to put


Storm Came ThroughStorm came through Last night On north end of lake streetStorm Came Through
That was me sitting inside your house with A look on my face Changing minds with an appetite For release
Campfire standards And the sound of a campfire itself Not quite As nice to hear as your name Or the rain
Storm came through like a glass of vodka Poured down your throat Something else Like the best throat in the world
Rearranged on the shelf like letters in a game Or remembering movies Saved to disk on our brain
As for this house, it s


The First Name MaxHas difference with oscillations.The First Name Max
Amy aims to please.
Postulate our shorts/strings.
What could you work for?
Marking passage, March 1904.
First cake syrup, oldest is bestest.
Back and forth on the telephone line, why will we always pass mastery?
One is not loss.
Cherubs, ice cream cone!
Ice from the newer hits, holders.
Glory. Joy. Overnighter.
Hey I want to be your husband, Mr. Caterpillar. 1. Leave me a note. 2. A note.
Suppose you will, I should’ve grown black bows. &nb
Sometimes I can't piece your poems together. I think that's fine.
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Only when thou hast uncovered only six seconds left make the pancake O' so round or I will.
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I don't know half of you half as well as I should like and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve
I know you believe you understand what you think I said, but I am not sure you realize that what you heard is not what I meant
:0 i see you're groutboy?
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cherry..
i like reading your passage, though i don't get through them.
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