Speak in song and love and freedom!

Speak with kindness, poetry, passion

Listen for the human touch

Feel the life of all you love

Bring forth a magic like nobody else.
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Gree Haired Giant Woman!

Who was obese

But who would tell her

As it would cause great wrath

There upon she would crush you

Just by sitting upon you

You would die a terrible death

And oh yes oh

The stench

Even as they ate

She had horrible donut breath

And she said

You like me Alice?

Oh yes you are the best

I love your Gree hair

And everything you say

I hang onto your every word

Then you love me?

Absolutely

You give me life!


Authors note:

Alice is now planning an escape!!!
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There are some interesting possibilities...

I am the dream king.
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Esscape was never this perfect in my room.


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Never.

LIPS OF LOVE WE ARE

FLAPPING OUR HEART WRENCHING SOUNDS

SPITTING IN COMPASSIONATE GENEROSITY

BLOWING KISSES WITH FERIOCITY

LIPS OF LOVE WE ARE

LAUNCHING HONEY GRENADES FROM OUR LIPS

THEY COLLIDE LIKE DANCING BUTTERFLIES

SCREAMING LITTLE BUTTERFLIES OF LOVE

THERE SHE KISSED

THERE SHE KISSED

AS THE CHURCH LIT UP!
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Love is a word, but not a word, but more than happy.


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Trust in what?

Who is an authority?

Is that the same as a manager, producer, professor, president?

Is an expert an authority?
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The triple effect.


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Looking into public spaces.


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If you must paint people:

Make them beautiful.
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Back story.

In the magic mountain

Above LESS WICKED LAND

Was a not so wicked man

His name was unwise to say

He was strait, but also in some ways

Gay

So he had binoculars and a telescope

And belivied each star was a Goddess

He watched them form and explode

Since it beat boredom.
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