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Post by creativesoul » August 30th, 2019, 1:25 pm

The trash cans got put out before leaving for Los Angeles
To see the niece
Her mom is my sister- intense - remembering when that puberty came on like a drug- unable to resist its demands/
Muesli and bananas in a blue and white bowl while the desert toAsts the skin-
Plants screaming for water- t v seems ridiculous “ Alexa clean the house”
The neighbors have gone to Mexico
The college begins soon- time to really learn to speak Spanish

Italian is only good in Italy or Bali
Boxes of useless pieces of paper
Bones and sweat were leaking all over
The kitchen floor-
Faint smell of tea tree oil and reggae music
Anymore comfortable and I’d be dead

Blessed with food a roof over head
No hurricanes
Tornados or big storms
Thankful
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---

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Post by creativesoul » August 30th, 2019, 2:11 pm

The road to th
E yo

has many cars -
People living together
Because living alone can be expensive
Like an Italian New Years they drag chairs and t v s and barb🙏Q equipment to the curb

People take it home
I am begging the brushes in the studio to call my muse
To my heart and soul
The shadows dispersed
Only the flames of the sun could melt
The heart 🎥🧡gender the defenses
Marinated with passion
Massage is erotic old lonely ppl like me
I lost weight
So what
Driving in. A small area -
Filled with grace of an old oak tree Black obsidian rocks
Stacked on each other looking to the east
The people next door sit under the tree in the afternoons
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---

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