Settle a pizza deal for some fromage and generality
There is little about me that is fresh.
Stale is the bread that is read
Like a verse before a hearse,
The end of the meal is nigh
Unlike a mile high club sarnie
With which ambitious young teens
Know what I mean?
Harry had style for a while
When he baked some cakes on the Lotto funds
> They were fun
Money
Nuns of [                    ] (IMDb)
See me [ empty ]

‘The Great Prophet’
Jokes the “proFit”.
[               ] was a cold brew for the sherbet of cheeky Herbert
[               ], tantrically aware.
[               ] was not at O’Reilly’s for a pint with the young ‘Ismaili’
So what air miles did the Davis’s toss aside
For the Shia and Sunni divide at the Jones’s
To be besides themselves at the Real Time, not Jurassic Time,
Mesazoic is not the best time for the now Yuvrah Time
When the Old Time was the Deep Time
The rain in Spain failing when it was on a cosmic brain.
Updates on [            ] and his documentary
Fo’ Cert: & [            ] the aliens are a funny honey pot.

What honey pot is larger than life
For the expenditure of [              ] human rights?
1 man innovation Comedy was not Verses
A liberal dalliance of divinity
Legions were not rehearses.

Who have outed the homes?
The council and estate
Proud of no need
For Parliamentary debates
Down sizing the need of The Poverty.

Now the need is Aussie
So horsies horse the hoarsest voice
Unappreciated in the vale.
How did the land go down
Before [           ] thundered around
Shaking the ground
Angered at the betrayal of Judas
The death of the Son –
It was number 1.

Now.
Huh?
Those who are cool
Siberian schools
The endearing of grass transmissions for healing of aloneness
Earth time with wet mud
Tomorrow, which is later, is the tie for a sexual Diplodocus.
Free was the feel of the generous young gentle giant
Glad to see his hair in the school.
The fools were around,
Now they are rich and brown.
Nothing from nothing leaves nothing.
When paramilitary boots are the unwearables with cheap suits
Kindness engendered in the years for the fruits of kingdoms renounced with vendors.
The Vedas are with a Veda Vyasa
Wronged to be in the hassles
Of attacks against the realness of the needs of a life living nothing.
Loving daily comparison on blogs
Enlightenment might be what is wrong with your wife.

The annus horribilis will be along without a ruler
So the lack of dolce vita won’t be the crueller.
Outside the doors are not anymore
Sales of furnishings
Vacuum cleaner parts
Why do you always kill the salesmen?
Clerking was not his art.

Because from the bridge, the view is obvious
The weak deconstruct every day
While a natural man is not even lost in May
The pennies from heaven will find a Homey.

Some day the streets of shame that became a lay person’s
Will be mine for a time
The briefest of briefs
Postmodern visions 
Broken daughters are gone…
Soma is a bad British song…
What was wrong with the third ‘R’?

Degeneration
Life spans
Increasing
Only man can
Time is a fight
Politeness is tonight’s concentration
When is the samskara grooving right?
For the turns of the world to be healthy with food that is right
A Buddha said money is not for me.

Om is shanty
Only the twenty first-century
(Ah Ooh Maa is not even Oothoon’s relevancy)

It was the best of times,
Then the worst of times will follow
What was nameless will become the hollow.
No Wind was there, now fame would arrive
And contriving, again – Great Name will be in the know and thrive.
What show the Hindu? Instituted at last
Beyond caste, creed, race and hollow is the reed he wants to be next to.
Sumless donation, Concealed reparation
Focus absorbed for the many to flow as following the sheep’s shepherd
Dhal is IT! University is exposed,
The lows of the no’s are authentic my my.

Events happen and the morning is less
Than the breath of the wind I cannot believe is free.
Holiness is deprived for the want of deceivers
Who made it unofficial to drink with Official Receivers.
If there is nothing not disdainable
Like the breath of post-Sunday afternoon lunch,
Bunch a pair of Boxers and give me something more significant.
Satnam, is revision and the Englander likes the Turban
But close is the panic for a view from the Klu Klux Klan.

Discrepancy the effectuality,
Know me and sell them back to market
Let them walk the street – there and back again, and help them achieve,
A rounded journey
Between you and me
Our family is the best

1. is No 46

Having a fix
The dog is neutral in one to two day’s time.
Our mines are closed
The hope was audacious
Winter passes with a bodacious discontent.
What was meant for doves? The curtain of love had
With responsibility away from the office awhile
Smiles and a pig-sty
Next is the likeliest of subjects complaining to us about me
Horrors that are not free as they used to be on the horned one’s TV.
How rich are the bitches now?
I-Tunes know-how
Your password resets under the Lochs and quay
Nessy, was messy.
And I am not so sure
But my remaining 30 minutes
Has technophobia in the hallway
The door is enough to make you unhappy.
What more can there be?
A sad place
At market is for the street warrior
Seek a title alone
Mine was without the mobile phone.
See!
Here was where the apple stood still
And the pills were with myself
After the health of other literacy.
What have they to do with me?
The 60’s never used to bother me
Until the O.A.P. was past their SELL.BUY//erotic:Dates
Hear!
The sleigh bells are ringing
In the American West Wing.
Best is the happiest retreading of spreading the worst novel so the hearse is in the rehearsals
With the birth yet to come.

Wanderers of earth
Want is
Inexplicably unacceptable,

Requesting is for the child to the parent
Cult pattern, Offloading is acceptable.
Death has ceased to be at the door.

What poor worthless tradition

Is without the revision of the hours for the One?
There is always time for ‘King Kong’ (IMDB).
King [       ] is not long.

Waters await the fragmented bait
Jailing the young for the wand.
Piff, Paff, Puffs on show – with the Ho
That Wants.
I did not ask for the ‘go down below’.

Travel to the Himalayas and ask of me there, what fare I need?
Feminist creed… Weed, in my tea?
What defence is for me, medically.
It’s only half past three.
[               ]?
[               ]?
[               ]?
[               ]?

Moksha is Moksa upon the body of the watcher who Dalits his soul’s astral journeys

Returns to me
Do you know what pressure points are for,

All Fours!
God’s Dogs are rehearsing the hounds of hell for the bullet,
Next. Crying that it didn’t …
What a blast! Referent seeker, from a Bunsen Beaker
Laughed at by the Mayan Reaper for the “DRUGS” you name and fashion.
Hash Key ## Saw, a Paw Paw in the un-Jungle-less
So don’t best.

The vain is the vein that helps the whine grind the time until finding the uselessness of flaming,
Quranic deceit.
S(h)iva is replete

A champion worth muscles

The hussle is past due

The Jew of Deaths.
Muhammed is best. Faith is put to the test, honours are not for the poor but for the rich of past classes,
Greater than monies lies could hide in the righteous evil of literary lines.

Tell me a story, right to left
And there’s not enough money for the date that is guessed.

So, dying

He deleted it all.

The honour was not a test in an Oxford Ball.

I want to be here now

Like a lake that pacifies

Pacifiers and roundabouts

Tables have structures that rupture my spleen

Failing the neighbours’ love exams without Marrying Martin Sheen.

There was no place for me yesterday

Past life revealer of the scene stealer

Away and away without the ships stowaway

Holding back the camaraderie For A Spelling.

Tory,

Lobotomy

And the plague of misunderstanding Hello Kitty.

When I was not the setting

i was never the seen

you were shy as well as the mucked stables

With contention and meaning.

In-Between is the quickener, Now.

Shoot the Lion. Travel to the Land of Cows.

Arrest the placid Crox. Pay some leper for some Fux.

I have seen it all before. IMVU @

Part One:

Can you?
Intrepid Writer: discuss like a boomerang harangues my mind finding seeking.
Like when it was there
And they wanted none besides them,
The very “best of men” is how they are poetically put down today.
Move the world forward and Integrate your losses
That was Temptation in Memory while the world Costed with News 24/7

Part Two:

If wishes were Arabic, would they have chosen India?
Jai Hind! 

far ‘Right’: “food!…”

Or would skeletons on Aslan’s account rush verses to tame Bradford

On Pakistan  vs [                      ]

2:1 @ Full Tilt is not where they have sinned.

If verses were Urdu, would they be Odd?

Man with a plan now a plane is his fame

For the second mystery of a responsible Father; Polygamy and Missionary offloaded to Mind and Body

of Izzit Wizzy Bisons Spirit is the Ions.

‘Life’ Needs to be understood # mellowness from India is as good as The Hood

East Egg and West Egg: 10-1 East Side and West Side

Staying Alive is Neo-BeeGees and the rules say “more please, Sir, May I have some more..”

What The Dickens do you Think You Know?

About the Mae West brothel Once Upon the Opium on sows.

Canvassing, broad benching

Filabusters and a Rancho rodeo…

Drugs allegro

Quality Streets

And a shame on my innuendo.

Maker(ed) of awkward attack

Strong as an Ox

Worried about insinuation

Of marrying Goldilocks.

Yes Sir, Yes Sir, Three Bags …

… gold and Fools away

To the bombs saying

“So go away! Go away!

Let me to my yesterday!!”

The alcove of heart is not some shallow Bonaparte

Napoleon to your pole

The North Pole is a Star Charted for the Eskimo and not for me.

Seas

Drift like oceans demeaning the notion of control by the contours of lines on my face

Raging :The Pages: of Indecent Poorness

Proposals were contracts before the printer.

See!

The lowness of love is stereo to thee

The sheep, the marauders are he and he and He is HE!

Roofs and chimneys couldn’t break me away from you in hell

The truth on earth of what a love criminal can strip and strip about.

Tell the clout

That the notorious and alive by the sides of the computer

Chiming like years of [                   ],

Dumb waiting by the side of the aisle for manners when it is a quarter past 3…

Tick Tock! He’s lost too!

So get on your boots and trivialise the tribal

In your past crew.

Love is not for you,

Telecommunications boy: That would be rude

If the food

Had crude oil written on the body.

Smell Odyssey

Travesty and tragedy are one word call Pay!

Tomorrow’s Id managed

Arrows throughout the heat

Now the learned class.

Stand fast the morrow of Evolutionary:

There’s is the right Sciences: Of love, will come

When time heals.