God Needs Time: Hurt

Graciously. Yes. Graciously. Yes. I never complete a thought while looking into a mirror. Memorabilia. Friends care. Scaling flexibility, texture and size. No victims were hurt in the making of this documentary. Film release. Raise cantaloupes. Bar lever. "Cas Holman". "Norah Jones". "Natalie Portman". Balance harmony. A literal spectrum of things to look forward to. I am looking out for myself and I learned how to do that well. Lord Aaron. Parking lot. An Einstein's ring does not need sound. Cymatic Reasoning. Well done. Time wedge. Lime with sprouts and figs. Green acres. Just the mule. Kick it number one. Two. Twice on "Saturday Night Live". Three. Waves hello back, double the speed, seven light years away. Pulling the strings. Ropes tinder foot. Llama, llama where is Andromeda? Fuck her. M87 pissed me the fuck off. Listen girl. For the very last goddamn time, "Live from New York. It’s Saturday Night". Our moment. Our Immortal King Aaron Donald Carter Bourgeois married Isla Porras. Break encoding silence. Placement matters. Told ya. Chrysanthemum. "Hollaback Girl". "Ah woo". I will do anything. Likely. Luxury. Her showerhead. Livid. The very masculine. Endeavor me with some research. Cum not a little, just a lot. Loved for the condition of things. Beloved. "I love you". Blue and white. Purple. Repression scarlet. Green and yellow ice skating. I am not a masochist. Seasonal change and growth with an attitude. I am French. Chauvinist. You love playing with water. Growth. Yes please. She dances her silhouette in black. Intuition. Come hell and or high waters. She is regretting the promise and I do not swear. No. Loved. "Lucy, where is my ball?" Literally, and I do not have to be a clown? Benevolence. Smell the chandelier. She can not be loved, feeling for the ask. Open country. Now leave. "Lady Cab Driver". Now get out. "Pullman porter". Midwife. Her ask. Irreplaceable. Lost moments. Feeling black and misused with feeling abused. Neither. I write from nothing. You will pay for petticoat junction. Pink cashmere, believe in us. Your turn to watch the sea also. Rise with thunder and clingy fire starter. Invoke meaningful relationships for peace. M87. Feel my hurt. Aaron down there. Stop. Wait. Categorizing effects. Bees circle dance. Surrounding humidity. One direction. Hum over that. Leave us alone over there. Here is now if you consider behaving. Properly, and in my humidor lounge. Apple cover. Dates. Cider. Moonshine. Safely home and howling at the moon until tree hugging boats sail us away, far from her and them ever again, going down stream, living for the well that was never built. Merchant. Holler monkeys. "It's Us". Say something. Livid. Yes. Yes. @HelioMonsterMan

Playlist

"Hollaback Girl". https://youtu.be/Kgjkth6BRRY

"I love you". https://youtu.be/mhmGwTDpPf0

"Lady Cab Driver". https://youtu.be/w8KRBcfajfQ

"It's Us". https://youtu.be/wkRwjhk2Ai4

Reference

"Cas Holman". https://g.co/kgs/1TUpcV

"Norah Jones". https://g.co/kgs/xa7RD9

"Natalie Portman". https://g.co/kgs/58hqrV

"Pullman porter". https://g.co/kgs/o5EMqi

Stop

Midwife