Whisper softly fair death. Your fair flesh immortalizes that which
you call frame.
A picture lasts within my mind.
I did I c it is.
Harmony's that speak to others are swirls in my mind. Floating
existence tells me deeds.
All I want are pretty things lovely things.
Frame of reference nice to see.
Soft-spoken words.
Cuddling in the dark.
Shiny stars ablaze above sanctums happy sanctuaries and safe havens.
Arms latched lightly, lovely perfuma.
Glances giddy laughter joyous pastures.
Persistent passion pays.
Whispers well in tidy packages.
Sneaking smiles slip across the lips.
Birthing love lingers in hearts felt soft touch paramour.
Nous aimons.
With their terrible vernacular and spotty splotchy skin.
White people a body of fascist totalitarian pigmentally impaired, body of people.
Although when we finally persecute and hate kill all of the Caucasians we will have to pick some
one else to hate.
So lets hate all the white people and hate them dead.
He is a sycophant an hierophant.
Backstage passes to missionary madness.
I dont want to give you anything I am a giver.
What I have given you is nothing.
What my expectations are nihil I have no expectations.
I am tired of caring if you do not care.
I have not given up I just know what to expect.
I know that most of you thing that all is hopeless, that you cannot change a thing.
Huzzah for humanity!