Happiness is a good baseline and funline!


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On the poet guy..

its him!

The poet guy!

Maybe he will write about me!

Stop!

Stop!

Come back to me poetry guy!
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Here she is!

When they serve green sausage

Wail for love is great stuff

Time to barf on the queens rug

The mind waits in ocean deep

And creepy people are the best

Sometimes

Yet often lepers or losers

It was illusions of best times

Speed had you craching cars

The muse slipped elsewhere

In bright green panties

And this musev had real plus

Sized books

In which to rest her books

Fan fiction about herself

Center of the world

On craziness cola

Ready to educate

With Education Shampoo System

For a new brain oozing you!!!
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Pies in Space!

The hallway was covered in ticklers

Soon the airport was stretching fat

My favorite cat never smiles

The white tree was dripping lies

Oh the boat with ho Bo's smelled

The crystal map had a chip on it

Oh well!
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Alice tries to torture lemon trees with pure anger!


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Pieces of nothing..

Are impossible to teleport if waiting escort
Train comes with sun to fade into the rains
A hand to greet three ducks looking meany
Brings melody from turbo charged muscles
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Eagle in the night..

I wish there was more

Sky for all to explore

Yet sky itself is falling

Wishing for new stars

Yet they too are fading

It is not just another day

Never say same and never

Never to get better

Eyes dim in drug rooms

You will pray and drink

Feeling that nothing is

Real except this world

Nose held high and in

The fire of the ego wins

Forests drinks the ash

Blame is lost in crashes

The trunks smoldering

I would do the risk

Aim hard and fast

Your kick comes

With times

Ending.

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My favorite creative process...

Often making a little masterpiece doesn't matter and I  am having almost too much fun writing, laughing at times, and it's like a drug, when I stop writing I feel that some magic wonderland gas is swirling around the universe.   I had given birth to a giant creativity cloud.  Overly conventional butt wipes lose their balance, fall to the ground, have convulsions, and admit they still like My Little Poney!  Happens every time!  Soon they are trying dance moves and petting cats.  It works!
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Take me there...

ALICE IN EPIC LAND


By Mark Guttman and Morgan Green



On her way out Alice finds herself in a chair watching Cat Woman on boob box  land


Sadly it seems she will be there for an eternity and forever more in dream castles


Not a care to live and not a fear of death she sat as if a great man danced closer


She felt fog in her living room and a softness and peace just like fancy dreams


With an idea that all was good in a world outside with flowers and high towers


High as the clouds there giant birds like swans in the airs on lakes freedom

As her dream was swelling in her thoughts found her lost in reverie beauty
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She will be your guide...


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Here I go on with the show shazam!

In the moment when all you are is heart

Then perhaps it can be heard as a song

Asking for some form of returning

To bring back something

Where the missing thing

Must be hiding

Blood soaked

Tears

Sun.
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