A Really Good Punk Recording

weather wilts growth under a pile of yet-to-be picked up newspapers

Joy?

Great days ahead!

Fill space of own.

Never Loser

slow real feel

fast fake loss

Nobody Else (like you)

Climb.
Climb!

There are further places
We need
To be on

Pick and choose

The soul is math.

Space

This here's the poem you always wanted.

To forget the forgive me nots, this resolves.

The dash-acceptance of every-day, forget us
Never, we know you know you have a place.

trust

they will believe
have faith, know
that we are better
than our previous
behavior though,
previous behavior
the best indication
of future behavior

good people

good people
doing good things.

and what about us?

will we ever see out of our
places? will we ever know

anyway it's always better where
we go to know ourselves better

to better ourselves.  to find place
in time in place of where Now is

My fruit flies are drunks

My friends don't care
       they understand what I offer

Some stupid slow song

Hold on to what crooked hope you have left landing you where you amount to perfect

Text messaging

It's kinda utopia

A Good Deal

There is no cloud only clouds

She is on my bed

Why not?
Why no reasoning
Why does my dog yawn
When do we close longing

Yards. Many yards distance.

Short distinct sounds of a slow growl near howl

And where will we end up after our wine tasting,?

Replacing smells

Morning wine

Ever present gratitude

yellow and blue

Yellow & blue

Where I be living

You're always welcome here but let me know where you go if not here and I'll go there

Sam 'nd Sage

I appreciate it here more even though you're not here since you were here

you said it!

Thanks god!

thank you brother

My name is ramone but they call me Raymond

brother

Life is fascinating
And beautiful