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DARK WASH OF HELL. Dark wash of hell.

People screaming at you cause you just do what they will never do keep screaming at you.

Its- it get louder and now you are in the dark wash of hell wish you well, but you are in the Dark wash of hell!

Yea. Dark wash of hell!

Media news will always tell its bright and negative stories for capital gain and just to cause people pain, pain, dark wash of hell.

Were can you tell.

Dark wash of hell!

People screaming at you cause you just do what they will never do.

Gets worse in a place of abandoned and you thought you won until they try to rise the stakes and take your life.

And take your life.

And take your life.

Take your life!

But in a struggle to win and live you fight back the yea, dark wash of hell.

Till you all injured and tired but oh still alive, against the dark wash of hell!

Against the dark wash of hell is all the forced and assassin bent requirements of this reality......

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SPECIAL REVIEW OF THE GRAPHIC NOVEL. Hell hath a bakery and them sum of some bitches come out as witches to kill you boys and girls running against runny fields of mud and colorful bombs of ashberry!

Drag you into the drenches and into the ditches and the fucking trenches of the war of youth and creativity! That no one cares about the battle, its all ways always drenched high in negativity and oblivion and avoiding anything that cares about the true battle. Be these people take up these calm caring manners know anything about the writer's struggle when they just read, they just read and with such smiles and personality they are fucked without any sensibility!

WITHOUT any sensibility, you daughter chemist dreams of gore and yet she is a whore. well its all your fault because all you cared was an education at your door, your door, your door of hell!

That no one cares about the battle. The art against the artists.

Methods and against methodology of fake ass ness-art be the witness.

Yet can make fun of it all-the creative game all-just with mindless brainless ideas and apps.

And these snowflake ideas of hot stuff and names and naps to a buzzfeed what you need is a gorgon city of christ to rewrite your needs!!!!!!!!

Hell hath a bakery and them sum of some bitches come out as witches to kill you boys and girls running against runny fields of mud and colorful bombs of ashberry!

Drag you into the drenches and into the ditches and the fucking trenches of the war of youth and creativity! That no one cares about the battle, its all ways always drenched high in negativity and oblivion and avoiding anything that cares about the true battle.

Be these people take up these calm caring manners know anything about the writer's struggle when they just read, they just read and with such smiles and personality they are fucked without any sensibility!

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WITHOUT any sensibility, you daughter chemist dreams of gore and yet she is a whore. well its all your fault because all you cared was an education at your door, your door, your door of hell!

No one truly cares about art or the youth and that is the special review of the graphic novel.

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MORNING APPLE 1.

Death stroke, in the quarter of num none, in the garden square trading elementary information yet it black and the clock walls and lights yellow contrasting highly a sight of murder in the night with the twilight shining bright bring bright, and dumb whores in the night peer of the red in the night, your body that died this night.

Morning apple never again will you cut it you will ascend bless your cute hair and cute charms you died and dead cause they killed you and you all oft feel onto their charms they would never do you harm never do you anything when they surely act to cause the harm that would make all the colors of the blood and mind and life and memories yet dream of white alarm!

But you are gone, there is no pulse in your arm.

And so I will charm and I dash investigator away to become someone special in a different way....

I'll slash them all away, dare on say on that Morning Apple 1 On that morning apple 1.

I say I am not done there is more to mourn on than a loss of youth!

Than a loss of youth!

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APPLE 2. MORNING. A morning of sex on the veranda of the noir notions of the night but in the day we will stay in and sleep away the day till night again greets us one day.

Having an AMK'c flick fest we will digest in media and motion of all the dotted colors of the noir night and noir balloon as we descend into the stairs form the ceiling holder of shark scented room into the lavender room in the noir balloon and make our way to the other room.

Of bloom, lavender and doom.

Digest the media and motion of all the dotted colors.

We in these deserted theaters of modern arts of sex and disclosure will strike the town blue.

Of bloom, lavender and doom and all the other colors and just look at you.

Noir notions of blue and just look at you.

A doomed moon in your eye right and a world of symetry of the moon in your left.

Life is a horizon here as we watch and imagine just being in another room on the couch in our living room the tidings and tide of what I do to you!

Making love in the living room.

Just making love in the living room.

Over and over again till all nights end... of bloom, lavender and doom we will strike the down town blue.

And then you sneeze an emotion of red for what I have done to you.

Maybe we are on to marriage and a bed.

But you let me down, the movies all stop, the dates all stop, the life all stop.

The world all stop, my heart all stop the sleep and yearning of love all stop my mind won't stop.

That you have leapt from the top just like a trapize all artist into someone's else heart and I hold these bouquet of blue flowers...and my world is turning red as many hours as I drink too much rootbeer and turn away the hours

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still holding onto what was a dream at once but what was a reality in an instance but now you gone all away and I am left with blue and red!!!!!!!!!!!!

Left with blue and red.

All holding onto the flowers but the dream is all dead, the flowers have all stopped and my heart has gone dead

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MUCH TIME SAYS. MORNING 3 Defeated by the Jumper they summed up a plan try to make fun of life'and get away from death but never did they do what they thought they would do and they were fucked for what I could say have you, a defeat - a death and a many minute too.

Defeated by the jumper they summed up defeated by the jumper they sum defeated by the jumper come up. they will never come up on the tribalization and society that is humanity.

They will never wake up.

Maybe they are just sleepless creatures forever awake and never have any ability to ever comprehend the wrong, they are still defeated by the jumper and die a damned life.

Wherever one know and yet not knows they dead and alive walking in line with all the black coats and all the type of coats they never will ever find their lives ever again on any shore and proof they are the devil's whore will tout some so kindly, so kindly.

To ever murder anyone not on their mental sympathies.

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YELLOW SESSION. Alone in a room it rains and pains and you wonder your pain maybe you should make it all go away but careful only in time can it be alleviate as this is the yellow session wait for the yellow night for that day in the first future alright for you to touch and for you to alight' plague good life for the future life.

Come on turn the page, this good life never has good consequences rather be sane than mentally deranged and disturbed yet troubled.

Rather be sane and not hurt, yellow night curt to be said you realize it was all your mechanisms in motion that got you free and no one else is trying or ever will try alone in a room no more.

Just stay in. And relax because of what life you have brought on for yourself is a good idea.

From a yellow session and yellow night.

O f suspension, just what will you do?

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BLACK ACTION. Blood splatter rain and platter running through a forest for years guns rifling, people betraying and people's intentions simply lying. The only thing true is the blood splatter and all that matter of the dark home of man.

Blood and rain in a dark city forest off the coast of Gorgon City, Gorgon's from a distant place wishing to pounce. Wishing to make you pay and wishing to eliminate the animals of this war only the humans will remain in blood splatter only the humans will remain in blood splatter (alarm) Only the humans will remain in blood splatter yes, this of Black Action.

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DEFINITELY DEAD. Hold on, I am definitely dead keep coming on like a crush and a heart hold onto me, look at me to love me but hold on, I am definitely dead and you can keep on loving me you can keep on caring but eventually nothing good will ever just pass and appear.

I may try to restart my body but its dead.

I may try to move to catch you after class but I am dead.

Just keep holding onto me..

I am definitely dead.

I may look at you with hope but never will I truly reach to ya.

Ya, is a distance and ya is not a god but I can not make this life real again and move to you and tell you what I really want to mean.

Thanks for giving my hope back that anyone could ever care about me in that high valued way!

But hold on, I am definitely dead.

And maybe never coming back, I just wish I could meet you all alone with no interuptions and just tell you how I feel is somewhat the same if much more I appreciate that you even cared...

But I am definitely, definitely dead.

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NINE At the corner of 9 and yet not the afternoon' people being loud and people being a boon realize the wrong and fire of them burns just a conflagartion into the hearts and minds of them and then back again.

9, at the stroke of nine you are dead again and again and its my reprise that I keep on going back in time over and over again. To when you were alive and so you were my hope and so you were my hope but we will never ever meet again.

Cause you are gone because you trust their dissenting opinions too much.

At the corner of 9, you are gone and never coming back...

9, at the 9, at the stroke of the nine~ the death covers me in agony and I must go on as the 9, 9~! Beckons me as this is my reprise into the indigo9, 9, 9!

9! 9!9!

At the stroke of nine-the death awakens me.

Reprise all in time, how many 9s have I traveled but by this 9. I must go on.

9, 9, 9, the indigo calls and slowly I am vaporizing and moving all on into the worlds and moons all sum of nines as your eyes that one time and how I drunk to death.

But there is nothing of my soul damn in that body to

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keep me here so damn I left.

To another world of the 9.

Where death had dawned its doom.

For a lover and their loved.

And there the indigo died.

9, I rode, 9, I rode.

9-the heart of mine shall not erode.

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INDIGO. Found her crying.

Found her dying inside found myself a person of the like to help her out.

Buried in the strawberry flowers and the lavender and the powers of the end of the world.

Its time. That I said one thing and ended yet another.

9, was the clock that gave me and 12 was the time that gave you time 21, is the year that we fell and 28 is the year that we continue on in the Indigo, the Indigo roads of time.

I had found her crying-this is my reprise.

I had found her dying inside this is my reprise, she reached for an answer, and I helped the answer- brought it out, To help her out.

Buried in the strawberry flowers and the lavender and the powers of the end of the world- we sat upon a castle in our own world.

Forget it had caused us pain because we hath meet after the war and rain.

On and up upon an indigo lane.

An indigo day and night of delight and pain' all ending in one slight to birth a butterfly of indigo true era and delight.

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VIRTUE OF FAITH. In the virtue of faith we come to bring onto the world a blessing and many more. And many more Virtue of faith.

Pliant and plenty of pain, from those of not yet faith not yet god nor humanity either but that never is the hitter nor the lighter.

Virtue of faith here we bring upon the world.

Clues in the self of our efforts and the self of our salvation to see the light when it is true in us and others in our works. And most especially ourselves.

The virtue of faith we come to bring on the wrong a blessing and many more.

And many more.

Virtue of Faith.

Pliant and plenty of pain.

From those not of yet faith.

And many more.

Virtue of faith we come to bring on the wrong a blessing and many more Virtue of faith and many more.

Pliant never will win the day.

As we will all be together in the Virtue of Faith.

All together in the Virtue of Faith.