if i was lucky carefree

[quaileyedsnowfish]

If I was lucky carefree

The object described as a moth lives behind the scenes
The violin of the sparkles delicious named
To die in an air of suspicion
How should the dream hostage
When the crowing of the moon
The storm was kneeling on the horizon
Of regret as the sky blessed
I am looking for my pious answers
In the darkness planed
And the bridge of the thoughtful reasons
Its like the words of fruits
With the setback in the peace worship
But we should not be stingy
The inspection is not enough in romance
Wisdom is a port of courage
The riots as beings with no experience are desired
Which we live dew reconcile
The mouth of beauty
The strength of the tragedy

[quaileyedsnowfish]

The stars of the fathers

If I was a flag of a heart full of love Societies
The love song of the reduced loss
The smile of the sad shell of pain
The beginning of schadenfreude
Krengt my big dream
The experiences of those who drown injured
In the depths of solitude
I drew alongside the quay
My cleverness as a framework for birds in the fog
Where the baker told his life
As a consolation, and Rose missed knowledge
I take my revenge gone words
The Midas touch of the divine
The regret conquered my heart
I feel the break thousands
In the land of utter legacies
The crown is the means of life
If one wears a loss
Of the day at the lake

[quaileyedsnowfish]

The day of the floating things

Cheap was the courage
Of those who died as the drunken questions
I had all the power to multiply
The absolution of the force
It is a bank of impatience
But it is on the front page
Of a rigid enduring newspaper
I hope people who are questioning
The issue of awareness
When countries like war
Humiliate the fate of the merits
From the ranks of the issues created
Enough to deceive the rain will wander
Etched into the fold of the song
That dances on the horse of the evil nature of those who will see
About who is actually melancholy, he will sell his own thirst
And strong in attack on sleeping man
If the willow is thinking of the time then we can rejoice
Glass darkness of a walled city

[quaileyedsnowfish]

If the adventure is rich
At the middle
The scattered beatings
About the bossiness blocks
I say hello to the colors of the wind
From black gold to silver
The dreams are nature made
As a crown of self-awareness
The place here in heaven
Almost proclaimed
Days to conquer themselves
If the bleating banks of the lessons
The cruelty of thirst
If I have pain in my heart think things over a cliff
Of impatience
The sand-grain void
Considered the afternoon
As a lark in the core sense
Against his just stormed the giant sea

[quaileyedsnowfish]

If the day does not quench the thirst
The grasshoppers on my dew-using animation
The cycle of the fixed values
Swimming in the round
And pointed at the shells created by the sun
The inferiority of its rays
I have firm intention for you
It is the death of the flowering pride is not worth
If one considers the suffering created to storms
But I am the lord of love
If the reins are released
I bring the suffering in a snap of branches
Located in the sewer
The act of wandering bliss
Poured into my palm as a
Fine time resistance of a rock
On a slope of candlelight
The moon shrouded in golden arms
The air changed from the black king in the roughened time

[quaileyedsnowfish]

If the cold dark hallway tested
Is there a light that listens to prayers
I call as a fabrication
Of what we do
The circle goes deeper
Then the dawn of summer in winter
Another time
Like the love that cheap trot
You weigh like a mystery as the name
Of our house between the slimming of the small
lack of voice as an angel
Making love with the sky as the inspiration
A dream that stands still in the early
Of the one that allows me now to think
Like a prayer from heaven proclaimed
The invention of the crumb-income I
Which is softened by my other me
And blown away like autumn leaves between
If a road strewn with the dawn of the day begging
Wake up child
You have called
If a meaningful humane idea
Think about this as I am one among the mists of
The need to leave in his grief

[quaileyedsnowfish]

If your eyes shine I know enough
But do you know nothing
If the mood that your grief has
Apparently beautiful
You took my imagination
Crossed into the arms of sorrow

You say in one sentence what we
Say
That the dream of the father
The love envy
Of miracles
In a sheep's eye

The hocus pocus of the hurtful
The radar of happiness
The test of time shrouded
The rain that struck diagonally
To decorate the roofs of a trick
That hurts you as friends
As a hermit's life
Living in this poem
And lives to shelter
In the result, life cries out
To doubt any beauty
That changing my songs
Storms of seas dotted with pride of the armored
I am a dwarf in the weeds
In the palms of grace and praise

[Violet]

.. fish??.. have you been taking meth again?

your output is, uh, prodigious, to say the least. Unfortunately, as I've just written a lengthy post [which I am about to present], I won't be able to spend time on such of your outpourings just now, though hopefully during a break I will. Anyway, it's good to see you so diligently at work, although I'm concerned this means you must be short on john hook-ups, since.. well, I mean, how else would you find the time?.. so.. hope all is well on that end. [poor word choice, I know]

'til later, fish,

Violet D. Flowers, Ph.D. [in Chick Litrature] [or, no, actually in Fish-Chick Litrature]